This blog post turned me into a puddle. And we’re not talking a tiny kleenex-dab at the corner of the eye puddle. No, this was a mascara-destroying, red-faced from nose-wiping puddle. It’s called “Shoot to Live: What do your photos teach you?” After reading her story, I don’t know how to answer her question — or even if I can. Instead, I think I’ll just hang on to her answers with thoughts of thanks.

Can you tell this guy has seen many a puddle from me? His neck is ripped, his nose is missing and the patches of fur are worn off. But I love him. His music box can’t be wound up to play, but every now and then, you can hear a few soft, random pings from him. It’s rare, but from time to time he decides that he has something to say. It’s like a little gift.