It's a little before Derek's birthday, but I thought I would also use this post to add to my running list of reasons why I married the man of the century.
#48. You think big. I never know exactly what new plan for world domination you are going to start hatching next, but I always sincerely look forward to finding out. Whether it's big in the figurative sense of ambitious, far flung, ballsy or high concept (or perhaps all of the above) or big in the literal sense of the 2200 square foot addition you are designing for our (already 3700 square foot) house, it's go big or go home. I'm with you, babe.
We took these last night and I was really looking forward to editing them.
The loves of my life
This one is actually my favorite. So typical. Something didn't go Grace's way. No idea what.
Tomorrow my oldest baby turns 8 years old. Holy cow.
I remember so clearly taking this picture from across the room in the hospital bed. It seems more recently than 8 years ago.
I also found this one while poking around. There's a little more gray in the beard now.
Derek has no real wistfulness for the tiny baby years. But he was really, really good at them.
Derek has no real wistfulness for the tiny baby years. But he was really, really good at them.
A portrait of two middle children. I think Derek and Grace share the bond of being the middle child in their family, and the contrarian streak that seems to go with it.
This one looks to me like an actor's head shot or something, with a 6 year old photo-bombing it.
Another Daddy and Grace shot that I love.
I didn't shoot just Derek and Eli last night. But I still wanted to post this old one of them together.
Two Mohr men regard each other.
What more can I say. My favorite part of every day is you, Derek.
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