The Guitarist
Not too many years ago, I determined (harshly) and announced (loudly) that I would never do newborn photos. ‘Babies scare me,’ I said. ‘They’re too floppy,’ said I. ‘I won’t be able to do babies justice until I have my own,’ I said. Marrying into John’s family, though, produced (no pun intended) ample opportunity for practicing…
“Oh, you guuuyyys! You’re looking so good. So rad. So fabulous! Just stay right there…I’m going to try to get the dogs’ attention…give me some patience…you guys just look at me and we’ll hope the dogs do, too.” I crouched under my umbrella for the Rai’s Steveston family photos and monologued — partially for myself…
Dear Gianna: I call it serendipitous. (Fabulous word, yes?) Today, my schedule indicates it’s your turn to be published on my blog. Today, Facebook told me it’s your birthday. Today, I am celebrating your birthday by showing off the beautiful you. Happy birthday! Even though we only had a couple hours together one afternoon at…