Capturing moments

I visited my grandma about a week ago. We sat at her dining room table sorting through old photos of all the grandkids and putting them in piles. She was determined every photo was the spitting image of Baby Johnny. Thank God she is blind as a bat. I was an extremely odd looking baby. Nevertheless, it was fun to pull together all these old memories of when I was the age of my boys.

So I came home all "inspired and crafty".

:: also known as "ready to make a big flippin' mess." ::

 

The first thing I did was get our wedding pictures developed after damn-near a year and put them into an album. That felt amazing. They are seriously beautiful. The weather was perfect. Somehow we managed to capture the rings, the family, the toasts, the food, the cake, the first dances...all before Mr. Harper broke his arm in the jumpy... Oh yeah, it happened. Never a dull moment. Kirk took off with the little guy and my beautiful sister stood in and pulled my garter like a champ before I headed their way too. A story for the books, for sure.

 

:: There is nothing cuter than little boys in wedding attire... There is also no one more anxious to take off their wedding attire. ::

 

 

Next project.... Kirk's childhood photos... I have a confession... I am entirely obsessed with my husband's baby pictures. He's like.... if you took the gerber baby... and just, like... smashed it with a box of puppies. BEAUTIFUL.

 

 

So yeah, I went through them all and made him a baby album. It went all the way up to his senior photos. He urged me to leave out the pre-teen years.

 

:: um... yeah right ::

 

You don't go from a gerber-puppy mash to GQ senior photos. Nope, sorry babe. I need at least a two page spread of the chubby, brace face, medallion necklace wearing, Kirk. That's just how this is going to work. You married me. Deal with it.

 

:: He was ok with this era, though... I am pretty partial to it myself. ::

 

 

And our boys... theirs will be worse. Every bad haircut... Every goofy outfit. Every time they let me braid their hair... In fact... I will intentionally plan the blackmail photos. Because I am the mom and one day I will be too tired or frail to make them do what I want.

 

...So I will wait... I will wait  until that first girlfriend is coming over.. and ever so subtly say "Son... does Sally like baby photos?"

 

:: and then I will slowly spin my chair to face them while I grin and pet the cat who is conveniently resting on my lap ::

 

 

Thank you, Grandma, for the inspiration!