My husband recently refinished an old wooden frame divided into five sections with glass panes. He rescued it from an old school he was working at years ago. He hung it up in my home office horizontally so that I can blow up some family pictures to put behind each pane of glass. If you've followed my blog at all, you won't be surprised when I tell you that I am having the pictures reprinted in black and white.
You're probably asking yourself what any of this has to do with Rob. Because I promised a long time ago that no post of mine would ever be without him. Well, when I first saw the pictures of Rob as a young boy, I couldn't help but smile and think of another little boy. I think both beautiful boys have grown up to be beautiful men.
Music to scroll by
(I converted my son into an Elvis fan years ago.
This is also the ring tone when he calls me on my cell.
And it is going to be alright.)
Rockin' the colorful shirts
Rockin' the mullets
Rockin' the trunks
Suited up and rockin' the shades
Rockin' abs on slabs
Rockin' their young fans
Rockin' what they love to do ; )
(Sorry Mrs. P!)
And I leave you with this.
I for one cannot get enough of this scene.
If you turn it up and close your eyes
so that you're not distracted by the visual,
his groan and her gasp so close together
sound like, "Oh f*ck." Just sayin'.
I just don't think you can fake that.
Yes, Amy, that puts me in the
but you already knew that about me : )
Source - Anxious About RPattz