Happy Birthday Dad!

Today is my Dad's birthday.

He is 58 years young.

I remember when he turned 30 and got a skateboard for his birthday.

And then did a handstand to prove he still could.

And then fell and dislocated his shoulder.

What can I say about my Dad? What would I say to him if I had only minutes to share some parting thoughts? Well, funny you ask! It just so happens that last time I flew I was pretty sure I was going to die.  There was a moderate amount of turbulence and the woman in my aisle was crying. Since I am a sympathetic panicker, I naturally assumed an emotionally fatalistic state and penned what I was certain would be my goodbye letter.  I am fully aware this is ridiculous.  But while I was quite nauseous from all the bumping and tossing I managed to eek out a few coherent thoughts, including this part to my dad.  Now if it sounds a bit over the top and dramatic, well just remember that I thought I was dying.  And if THAT sounds a bit over the top and dramatic, well welcome to Luke's exhausting life :)

Dad, you are one of the best relationships I have.

I have always, always wanted to make you proud.

And I have always, always known I have.

I know the depth of your love for me even if you think I cannot possibly understand.

I do- because it is the same way I feel for my own children.

I love you Dad!


thanksgiving, year over year

2013, 8 months pregnant

2014, Navy is 11 months old

How to keep your big ol head up when having your photo taken. By Navy.

I don't know a lot

but I know more than babies. 

Like I know how to climb stuff.

And decorate stuff.

But my real specialty is photogenics (obviously).

My baby cousin Noah doesn't know about all that.  So I had to fill him in.

He was a little apprehensive so I was like, Hey now, don't worry. The grown ups will fix you if you start to fall over.

At least when they're trying to take a picture.

HEY. Did you hear me?

Here. Let me just repeat that directly into your EAR.

I said, don't you worry about a thing.

No babies are crashing on my watch, pal.

See I can hold up your big dome with my little finger.

Whoa whoa whoa baby- let's not test the limits of my strength.  You're a little top heavy you know.

As your big cuz it is my duty, right and privilege to face palm you if you start to tip over.

Hey that's not a cry for help is it?

Oh. Well I guess it is.

Hey KADEN! Let's show this baby how to take a picture and not fall over.

First make sure your clothes aren't all wrinkly.

Sometimes a smooch for good luck.

Wiggle a little to get comfy.

And then, BOOM. See what you can accomplish by developing a little neck muscle?

But if I'm keeping it real, sometimes even babies with strong necks start to slide a bit.

Just a little wobble and the next thing you know...

You're the one being face palmed. Sigh.