Once upon a time my little sister went off to university in a place quite north of here. By all accounts she rather enjoyed herself, managed to attend more than the occasional lecture and returned home with a nice shiny degree. And along the way she acquired not just my now brother-in-law, but also a very lovely and dear friend.
These two girls went through university together, shared a flat together when they first moved to London, were chief bridesmaids at each other’s weddings, look sufficiently similar that one of my aunts thought R was me at the aforementioned wedding (or possibly my sister, we never did quite iron out the confusion in the flurry of kisses and confetti), are now Mamas to two of the most gorgeous baby boys that ever were (and as I can only be accused of bias towards my own nephew, it must be true).
And as of a couple of weekends ago, they are each standing Godmama for each other’s pride and joy.
Regardless of when or whether these boys acquire brothers or sisters down the line I suspect that they will always have the kind of friendship that is brotherly in all but genetics.
It was so much fun watching them play together, eyeing up each other’s lunches, and waiting to see what the other made of these purple clad interlopers (my daughters) who appeared to be expressing a curious interest in what they knew all too well were baby nephew’s toys.
And thanks to a little help in the silly faces and curious noises department by their Mamas, I got to spend a few minutes at the end of the day sitting on the floor with the two of them and my camera.
“Don’t worry buddy, it’s just my Auntie Carie; I know she’s making really silly noises now but she’s quite harmless really”
“OK. I’ll go and check out that funny black box!”
I loved taking their pictures, and not just because they’re both ridiculously photogenic. Apart a few group shots with the small nephew as a really tiny baby, and the pictures I took of Kitty and her second cousin over the summer I don’t think I’ve taken many pictures of other people’s children. But it’s just as much fun trying to get a good shot and capture their personalities as it is taking pictures of Kitty and Elma.
All of which means, young gentlemen, that I very much hope I keep getting to take your picture for many moons to come.
Hello!Once upon a time there was a girl named Carie. She married her sweetheart, had two beautiful daughters and filled their days with an eclectic handmade life. Welcome to the story so far ...
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