It is a good thing today is Sunday, for I have some repenting to do. I can’t tell you how prideful I am that I managed to capture, in a photograph, even a portion of the delicate string of drool that extended 18 inches from slack-jawed mouth hanging off the side of the couch to the soon to be shinny clean floor. That's my boy, providing for one of the more challenging photo shoots yet. So proud of him as well. Sniff.