Regardless of the fact that I've broken some kind of personal recent-mommy-record of wearing makeup everyday this week (you're delusional, it's only Wednesday), I haven't taken many pics of myself with my men this week.
I mean, come on: looking at my scared-doll-like blue eyes or luscious 10 lbs. of brown keratin on top of my head (translation: hair) doesn't evoke nearly as much adoration as a simple glimpse at my little Jude. He's perfect. And I'm not biased.
Yes I am.
Anyway, I thought that instead of posting some beautifully taken picture of me and mine smiling at some nonexistent hilarity, I'd share a photo memory.
This picture was taken pretty soon after I had my gall bladder taken out when I was 19. It was the fall after high school and I didn't start my college experience until that January. I was home working and ended up needing surgery. All I remember is being skinnier than I had been in a long time and my little sister Brynne being home to keep me company. We had a good time together those last few months before I left for school. She was my bff right then and there.
Brynne: I love you. And I can't believe that you're coming out to see me in a few months LET ALONE leaving for a mission!
Stay crazy. It's why I love you. <3