A Moment

This is a moment. When Whitney was Whitney... Just had to throw this in there.

I could use this time to once again capitalize on my wedding day when I married my best friend (ha!) but I'm pretty sure you read about it here, here, and here. (yes, I do expect you to revisit the moment.) The moment: When we were little an ice cream truck would come around every summer. We could hear that music anywhere in the neighborhood. When I got older and lived in a place not so far from my old home, I heard that same music. I was so excited that I ran to the porch to watch the kids and possibly get a cone for myself. How was it that I didn't know that ice cream trucks don't sell ice cream anymore? The man was dirty and his truck was obviously from 1982. If I didn't see all the adults walking over I would have thought he was trying to kidnap someone's kid! Horrible horrible people out there! At that moment I realized how things had really really changed since we were little.

Here's another project I'm working on at the moment... this is the before...