Brody

Let me introduce you to my son, Brody. The long hair, the skinny jeans, head-phones hanging from his shoulders, the ever-present knit cap even in the dead of summer heat. He’s going to be a senior this fall and could he *be* any more 17?

He has long refused to have any formal pictures taken of him at school. Sometimes he “forgets” that it’s picture day, sometimes the pictures never make it home, either way the end result is that I have no school pictures of my son since elementary school. This is both a blessing and a curse, it’s a blessing in that it means he had to agree to let me take pictures of him to document his growth and changes. It’s a curse in that I have less black-mail material for showing to girlfriends, friends, his graduation party, wedding stuff and future grandchildren.

Ah, such is life.