Family photos before a 50th anniversary celebration? At a quaint little in near the river? With Christmas lights? And a gorgeous cake? Count me in!
Families who can laugh together {and party together and hang out together and <all the things> together} are my kind of families. Especially when they take the time out of their busy schedules to ask me into their homes, into their lives, to taste the tiniest slice of what makes them tick. Amazing. Love it. Every. Time.
I remember running away from the noise and softly closing the door behind me. Racing over to the ivory and gold handled telephone, I slowly lifted the receiver and tilted the voicepiece away from my mouth to cover the sound of my ragged breath. My Auntie was calling from so far away…Nana had absentmindedly answering the ringing wall phone in…
And then…this kid. This kid right here. Strong will and perseverance. Stubborn; a natural born arguer. 😉 Compassionate. Lover of nature. Quick to laugh, quicker still to leap before looking {both figuratively and literally}. The original Ash Man.
This kid. This kid right here. This kid; the dreamer of dreams, the doer of things. He sees a perspective not often observed. He’s quiet and quirky, obnoxious and annoying ;-), hilarious and thoughtful, kind and selfless. Our nature boy…move mountains and take pause for no one, dear boy. The world most certainly is yours for the taking.