I love kids, always have. Especially the kids of this family. This Easter weekend heightened my love for all of them. I have had time to reflect on what was different about this weekend. It was Desmond. I think having a child of my own opened my eyes to enjoying watching other children play together. I kept picturing how next year Desmond will be running around looking for eggs. I saw him in them, and what the future brings for him. Also being a parent now, I feel I am part of a new club. I am not just the Uncle running around with the camera taking pictures of other peoples children.

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I had a moment with each one of them this weekend, I will start with the youngest….

Desmond and I talked for a while Sunday morning before church as Jackie got ready, he just laughed and smiled as I tried to eat his little feet.

Danny laughs so much! I could hear him as I laid in bed Sunday morning laughing, and when I came around the corner to surprise him he just giggled and ran.

Ivy came running over to me when we were hunting eggs, and I bent down beside her, to talk to her. She was in a hurry, but not in too much of a hurry to tell me she loved me as she ran off.

Benjamin made me laugh as he eyed the cupcakes on the table, (see picture) he also helped me carry my camera and tripod into the house. I was a little nervous, because he is the breaker of all things, but he did real good.

Dylan is such a Rock Star, his hair maybe in his eyes, but he has a look about him. I really believe that little boy is going to do great things. Write a song, paint a picture, take a photo, something that will make people stop.

Aidan, Kelly said it best, he is so GQ or Ralph Lauren. He had some moments with Danny at the egg hunt (see picture) that caused everyone to stop and pull out their camera. He is growing up so fast. He is kind, sweet and gentle.

Emmett and I had a little walkie-talkie fun, it was a combination of hide-in-go-seek with radio’s. As I was running around the bushes and cars, with him hot on my heels, it was then I realized how much I missed being a kid.

The other part of this weekend that I enjoyed so much was, I myself can still be a kid in a way. I had to laugh at myself Saturday night as Joey and I rocked out to guitar hero. We stayed in and took care of the boys so the girls could have a night out. After getting them to sleep, I stood in front of the TV with a plastic guitar, a beer, and a baby monitor strapped to my hip. I could not BE any COOOLER! It all had led up to that moment, and somehow I made it work for me.

There are about a gazillion photos to look at, so just click (HERE)