The next time you see these two here on the blog, they will be!
My firstborn son is ENGAGED!!! He and I went ring shopping about a month ago, and I’ve been biting my tongue ever since, trying not to accidentally spill the beans before he could seek parental permission and, of course, ask her personally. And then they got officially engaged but I had to wait EVEN LONGER (OK, a mere 3 days…) to share still, because many people needed to be told outside of the Internet world. But now? I get to scream and dance about it and share these pictures, whether Kara likes it or not (seriously, girl — if you’re going to be in this family, you’re going to have to love having your picture taken, or at least put up with it!).
These two, so gorgeous (says the totally unbiased mom) –
Y’all, SERIOUSLY! This girl? Will be my daughter (in-law)! Oh, I can’t even begin to tell you how much we love and adore her!
Oh, and lest anyone think my kid didn’t give me a hard time with pictures (he is one of the most difficult clients, after all), I also got these –
We are so excited and so very blessed!
For my son’s 21st birthday, I wanted it to be awesome. I’d known for over 6 months what I wanted to do, but when it came down to it, I knew I’d better ask first. A surprise skydiving trip might not turn out to be as fun as one might have hoped if certain birthday people have changed their minds about what they once wanted to do.
The morning of his birthday, we had to be there early. I was told the process would be several hours and that he had to be there earlier to be trained, etc. Training, apparently, only consisted of watching a video and signing away his life. So while we were on the road, he called to tell me he was stalling them because they were already about to board the plane. What was supposed to be hours turned into just 15 minutes, and it looked like I was going to miss it. ARG!
So, I concentrated on the road and getting the camera ready while the husband drove
This was the first shot I fired off as I jumped out of the car (not nearly as exciting as jumping out of a plane, by the way). It was a bad first shot, but I had to get a picture of my son, Scott, and his best friend, Steffen, before.
I didn’t realize, of course, there’d be more walking around and then standing there waiting.
This is where we voted as a family that Scott was now nervous. He claims he wasn’t, but you can’t go against the family vote.
Once the turny-thingy started, I knew this was for real. FO-RIZZLE!
My baby boy and another mommy’s baby boy…there they go!
So, yeah, I’m taking pictures of my son and his best friend, and for whatever reason, this guy decides he should also wave. And by wave, it’s obvious it was a personal attack on my getting a shot of my boy!
I had to settle for this one.
And then they were gone, off into the big sky.
So, there was more stand around and wait time.
It didn’t make me nervous at all to see these guys just push this plane around like it weighed nothing. My precious tiny baby boy was in a plane just like it!
Finally, when I was sure we had missed the whole thing, they loaded us up and took us out to the drop point.
Apparently they were going to land in this area, but I didn’t get the memo.
There was much staring up into the beautiful blue sky and very little seeing anything but blue. But finally…
And we saw the very tiniest hints of color.
Not having a clue which color was my child (note to self: next time a kidling jumps from a plane, find out the color of the parachute), I just kept shooting them both. It’s not that I didn’t care to have pictures of my son’s best friend, but I wanted to be SURE I was getting some good ones of my son. It was his birthday, after all. I wound up with more shots of the green and white, which worked out since that was him!
I went blind after the last shot, so the rest turned out to be just lucky shots. By the way, shooting straight up into the sky with a new, heavy lens and trying NOT to look at the sun? Not easy. Not easy at all.
In so many of the shots of Scott, he’s just looking around, taking in the view. I love that.
Time to come in for a landing. Landing gear up! Which is obviously different than a plane landing.
And my boy is safe. He’s on the ground. He made it. Whew!
I tried to make him run into my arms and assure me he was all in one piece, but he just wanted to watch his friend. Selfish.
Steffen’s landing was slightly bumpier than Scott’s. I felt the owie. (I was also clued in now as to where the landing was taking place instead of turning into Crazy Photographer Mother Lady Person and yelling for people to move as I ran to catch my son’s landing. Not that that’s what happened.)
Then I said, “Hey man, thanks for not killing my son!” I don’t know if he heard me.
Didn’t matter. My son was in one piece.
So was Steffen. (This shot reminds of a movie scene. It’s like he just survived something crazy. Because he did.)
Whew…we did it!
And that’s my 21-year-old itsy bitsy tiny infant baby boy…
After seeing how much fun they had, I decided to jump after all. I’m waving at you!
No, that IS me. Seriously. Why don’t you believe me?
OK, fine. But if I were going to jump, that would be the parachute I’d choose. So, same thing.
Jumping out of planes. Do I recommend it? I dunno. Ask these guys!