the process of remembering: a photoblog by andrew huth

It’s true. I’ve got it. Yeah, that’s right you heard me, I’m love sick. As I write this I cannot think of anything I own, have accomplished (okay not so much here), or have experienced that tops the feeling of pure joy I have when I see my wife let go and laugh herself silly. Maybe it’s because she is so controlled and guarded about her emotions. Maybe it’s because I’m still a kid with a crush. Who knows, who cares. What matters? The sound of her giggle, the sound of her laughter. The sound of her mischievousness.