My Cuddly Kitten
Wow. A really, really good picture of Hans. Of course, I know how handsome he is in real life, it's just not always easy to catch the elusive animal on film. For one, he hates having his picture taken. And then, you would not believe how super-hard it is to get one of him with his eyes all the way open. He usually looks like he's three sheets to the wind. And smiling? Woah. Now, if he would have been showing some teeth, this picture would have been the trifecta.
And it's a perfect picture of me too, because you can only see half of me and I have my mouth shut. I look...pensive or something.
That's a framer, Kit.
Picture compliments of the JenStur August Collection. I keep telling her to go professional. Here's the proof.
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Because he's not. No matter what he tells you, he's not taller than me, except for one minute every morning and evening in his combat boots.
It is a good pic of us, though. Neither of us are yelling at the kids.
Hans, it has been so nice to have you home for a weekend. Rachel, thanks for loaning him to us. It meant a lot to everyone.
I imagine that you have seen the e-mail about our day. The Al Fanken sign photo was a spur of the moment thing. I think that he may be smiling in that one too.