Hold onto your hats, m’dears… partly because you are about to see some serious cuteness, courtesy of my nephew, but also because he probably would snag your hat if you are not careful. Today, I am excited to share a portrait session that is near and dear to my heart… right down to the blood pumping through my veins. When I was in California a few weeks ago, I had the immense pleasure of spending time with my sister (Beth), my brother in-law (Michael), and a face that has been seen before (here, here, and here) my nephew, Gavin. I’m especially excited that I got Beth & Michael in front of the camera this time! Warning, I’m feeling gushy, so skip ahead to the photos if you aren’t feeling it. I’ll only judge you a little.
Watching Gavin grow is something that I cherish, and I wish I could experience this in person more often. I love the glimpses of each of his parents traits that come out more with each visit. His cuddly bear hugs and tenderness remind me of Michael, and how excited I am to have a brother in the family. Gavin’s mischievous grin takes me back to childhood, as I vividly remember that same expression on Beth’s face before she made some questionable but wildly hilarious choice. My funniest stories from those younger day tend to begin with “So this one time, my little sister ____”. Lord, have mercy on our parents…we knew not what we did. Currently, I like to call Gavin my hipster nephew. He requests his fedoras, rocks unkempt curls, and likes to spend his time on a single-speed bike. I’m thinking of getting him into a baby band and naming it “Mumford & Grandsons”.
Observing my sister as she learns the ins and outs of motherhood is a joy, and I am so proud of her. Admittedly, it is also completely entertaining. One day, I will learning about this age first hand, and she can be the one to giggle. Oi. Here’s hoping that “cool aunt Bri” can pop in more frequently in the future. Somedays, it is hard having 3,000 miles between us. Time flies by so quickly… it can’t be much longer that throwing a pillow at Gavin repeatedly constitutes a wild time. Next time: lessons on how to prank your parents. Muwahaha.
I love you all so much!