My oldest brother is in town from Florida and Manuel, his middle boy, wanted to take some senior photos. He is one of three adopted boys and has been around since he was about 12. He is now 18 and rocks our last name on his arm. He wears it proudly which I think is pretty cool. I drug him out to this field behind my parent’s house and tortured him mildly for about 20 minutes. The dogs ran and we played. I would have loved to take him to a more urban setting but this was all that time allotted in between my dad’s bbq’d steaks and the ice cream cake log my sister brought for my birthday. I will be taking the whole family out this weekend.
Happy Friday Friends!
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