Why I Love Reva
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19 Down
Jacob,
Today you turn 19 years old.
I know, that is my reaction too.
While I was able to get out of writing your birthday letter last year, by spending hours putting together a birthday video, I doubt that will work this year. But I am beginning to see where you get the ability to spend hours getting out of a task that would take minutes to complete if you only focused on it.
This year has been more of the same. I can’t really think of much that has changed over this past year. You continue to work full time and date Sam. I guess something new is that you have formally declared your intentions to marry Sam. That in fact, you would have already married her if you could find health insurance on your own. But the state of our country’s health insurance is not something that I am willing to go into just to avoid your birthday letter.
You continue to be a hard worker, sometimes working 12 or 14 hour days. This is nothing new, you have always been willing to put in a honest days work and then some.
You have grand plans of moving out into your own place and I have grand plans of what I will do with the largest room in this house once you’re gone. I want you to know, that I will always dream of what I can do with that room, but if it never happens, it’s okay. You will always have a place in this house as long as I own it. That doesn’t mean that you can’t go, just make sure you’re ready.
Last night we celebrated your birthday with a few of your friends. Jeff grilled burgers and Emie and I made you chocolate cake. It was really nice of you to fit us in your busy schedule. Who knew we only had to feed four of your closest friends to achieve it?
Jacob, I love you. I know that we don’t always agree, and I’m pretty sure that’s because you are wrong, but I still love you. Nothing you do will ever change that. I’m proud of the person you are growing into and I hope that you continue to make good decisions. (And stop making poor ones.) No matter what you do or where you go in life, I will always be here if you need me. I expect great things out of you, despite our rocky start.
Have a great birth day, week, year and life. I hope this one is the best one yet!
Love,
Mom
One Down, Five To Go
Over the holiday break I managed to wrestle Joe from Tifani’s grasp, and let me just tell you, I’ve had easier times wrestling bears in the wild.
With my hard earned time, I managed to teach him how to shave,
and convince him that he wanted to “stay the night for a year.”
In my defense it wasn’t my idea for him to stay for a year, he came up with that all on his own. (But in the interest of full disclosure, I did suggest he ask his parents about every 15 minutes on New Year’s Eve. They really appreciated that.)
It is not my fault he likes it here. It only proves what we’ve suspected all long: I was meant to be a mother to a pack of boys. Which is really weird, because we are the adoption list for a girl and I’m only moving through the Sants to get to Sari. (Shhh, don’t tell.) Anyway, I’m sure I pretty much rawk at this whole parenting thing. Maybe I should go ahead and shoot for Bruno too. Only what Bruno and I do together can’t really be classified as parenting, more like hanging out, telling fart jokes and swapping apps. It really shows me what a good time Jacob and I could have had together if it wasn’t for that whole damn parenting thing. Man that got in the way. But I have no time for reflection, I have Sants to collect. Clearly, this is no time to analyze ‘why’.
The Hickman’s. All of Them.
This was my largest photo shoot ever, and I don’t even know what to say. I mean who wouldn’t have fun with these people???
Or these people?
And don’t even get me started on this guy:
But they also clean up quite nicely:
Um, hello?
And this cutie? There are no words.
And all because of these two:
Sigh.
Heiner Family
I got to play at the park again yesterday. The Heiner family was nice enough to let me chase their kids around. And let me just tell you, their oldest? Well, don’t be surprised if you see him in an Abercrombie and Fitch ad in a few years. He did not make a move that he was not locked onto the light and my lens. I. am. not. even. kidding. I’ve NEVER had such an easy time photographing a kid.
Throwing In the Towel
Who told me that I could post daily through the Christmas holiday season?
Of course I would use this time to bring down my whole wordpress system so that I could not post. (It’s been down for the last 2 days, it’s back now, obviously, as I’m posting again.)
I smoke crack.
I have now officially missed two days of NaBloPoMo December. In my defense, yesterday I was anxiously engaged in waiting for the UPS man. Why you may ask? Because he was bringing my brand new computer, but shhhhh it’s the family Christmas present. Don’t tell.
Also, I may or may not have waited all day for the damn thing only to be told by he who will not be named that I couldn’t open it, that I in fact had to WRAP IT!
Oh the injustices of my life.
It’s okay, I have another little something special coming on Friday, and if he thinks that’s not going straight on my camera, he is smoking crack. Or slipping me some.
Hand Made Porn*
Martha would be proud.
the nikkor 50mm f/1.4 lens
and
Shabby Apple Ingrid dress
Sigh.
*Hand made in that I printed it, cut it out and glittered it, of course.
The Tate Family
I got the privileged of following these guys around with my best friend over the weekend. The day was really dreary and the light was slipping fast, but we did manage to get in a few great shots.
NaBloPoMo December Fail
enough said
