People. Change.

The five year old sports a 'fro full of hair, a VERY gummy smile, and a fear of the dark.

The Mom still remains a Diva, still has long-flowing Sista locs, and still sports sunglasses twice the size of her face.

The husband learned that "having style" isn't a challenge to masculinity. 

I am almost 30. And I am locked in a passionate love affair with self. I don't feel guilty 'bout that.

My people. They change. I may not get a chance to take three hundred and sixty five photos a year. But I see the changes. And I love them!

Comments

[Kellie]

Dang, that man is yummy!