©Kara Johnson Photography 2015
(Sigh). You’re the cutest. I am biased of course, being your aunt and all, but I have it on good authority from all of the people that I insist look at photos and videos of you regularly, that you are WAAAAY up there on the cute scale. Maybe they’re just being nice, but how could anyone not get sucked in by those eyes and that grin and those luscious baby-fat rolls?
I like thinking about how much fun we’ll have when you’re a little older and we can do things together like go to the zoo and the park and make big huge messes with paint and mud-pies! I know that after that, there will come a time when no matter how hard I try, I won’t be someone you want to hang out with anymore because you’ll realize that I’m…old. To you anyway. Because you’ll be a teenager. During this period of our lives, when I am the least-cool (second only to your parents) and you cannot possibly voluntarily be seen with me in public; I’ll try to remember my own teenage years. Instead of foolishly attempting to pick out cool music, clothes or educational games for you – I will give you cash and gift cards at birthdays and holidays. This I do solemnly swear. But for now, I’m going to give you the most ridiculous outfits I can and take as many pictures as I can and eat up all of your cuteness and continue to force coworkers, strangers and friends to agree that you are an above-average baby. This I do solemnly swear.
I love you dearest DJ!
– Aunt Kara