Tradition is tradition
Even when it involves photos of terrible quality and boys who are becoming increasingly hard to photograph with their pasted on big-boy wince-slash-smiles. Even when you only remember to take the photo a week after it should have been taken because on Easter morning you were struggling just to keep breathing. Even when in your post-Easter flu-recovery stupor you made the mistake of packing away the Easter baskets that went utterly ignored this year and are too lazy to dig them back out.
Still, it's tradition. A photo of each boy, and one together, right in front of this cabinet lovingly crafted by my parents, that seems to be shrinking as the years go by.
I pause here to acknowledge how painstakingly and embarrassingly long it took me to put these photos in order. And to miss my babies.
Happy Easter, late though it may be.
Together, 2016
Trey
2016
2015
2014
2013
2012
2011
2010
2009
2008
Aden
2016
2015
2014
2013
2012
2011
Still, it's tradition. A photo of each boy, and one together, right in front of this cabinet lovingly crafted by my parents, that seems to be shrinking as the years go by.
I pause here to acknowledge how painstakingly and embarrassingly long it took me to put these photos in order. And to miss my babies.
Happy Easter, late though it may be.
Trey
Aden
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