Been thinking about my family lots and lots lately.
But I received my favorite photo in the whole world the other day and it helped…
This is a photo of my Momma and my brother, Ryland, when he was just a tot. I love this photo so much and have wanted a print of it for so long.
As soon as I found a place to hang it, I put it on the wall, stepped back and said…
– I want to be a beautiful mother.
Evan looked at me like I had just said something amazingly offensive. I quickly finished that thought…
– Someday. Someday I want to be a beautiful mother.
Yes. Maybe. Someday.
And then I worked on an invitation for my Daddy’s 60th birthday party. He wants to have a Malapropism-themed party. [don’t ask…] I got so nostalgic for our backyard parties whilst making the invitation. Missing the fam and the music and the games and the laughs and the food and the hugs and the margs and it all.
I love it. I love it all.
My family is who I am. Why I am. How I am. What I am. And I’m so proud.
Dad called the other day and left a message…
– Hey Rocky, I won tickets to a meet and greet with the band Band of Horses… Ever heard of them?
Yep. My folks are cooler than I am… Did I mention that?
Welp, I gave Daddy a Band of Horses shout-out in this week’s Morning Scramble. Take a listen…
[have yourself a happy little rest of your tuesday!]