Molding Clay 3·08·10

Kids see with their hearts, point the way with their fingers and laugh loud…here I am holding my good friend Clayton…yet I feel like I am the one being molded, finding purity, joy, youth, laughter, passion and truth through the eyes of Clay. I’m thankful.


  1. i love my clayclay!

    Comment by kori — March 8, 2010 @ 1:19 pm

  2. Me 2.

    Comment by Surfbird — March 10, 2010 @ 11:37 am

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  • kori says:

    i love my clayclay!

  • Surfbird says:

    Me 2.