Sometimes Mistakes Are Good

My really terrific Mother-in-law made copies of the pictures that she had taken over Christmas and sent them to us. It's really great because we neglected to bring our camera on some of our outings (I know, and me, supposedly a photographer). Anyways, if anyone in our little family made it into the shot, she made a copy for us. We got the package of pictures in the mail yesterday, and had a great time looking through them...Matthew snatched every single picture that he was in and ferreted it up to his bunk bed, a.k.a. his treasure chest of all things he deems cool.
Okay, getting to the point:
When we got to the last picture, we were a little surprised because it was of our brother-in-law. A really awesome shot from our sledding trip (and contrary to what Matthew thinks, I don't think he's crying. It was unbearably cold that day, but not cold enough to make a grown man cry).

Even though I think the picture made it into our packet by mistake, we LOVE it. As you can see, we even made a nice home for it with the rest of our pictures.



It has a nice "brooding artist" feel to it, don't you think?
See, sometimes mistakes are good!