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jurakan:

bennyandthejames:

natural–blues:

crap-userrname16:

That’s not what happened, this literally made international headlines. This is a purely adorable story. 

  • Brianne Dow (the woman in the photo) hired a photographer Samantha Boos for a couples’ photoshoot shortly after learning she was expecting. This was in 2016, and she told her husband Brandon that it was an anniversary thing.
  • The photographer, Samantha Boos, told Brandon Dow, 26, to write three words on a chalkboard that described Brianne, and that Brianne would do the exact same thing, and then they would turn around and reveal.
  • Brandon wrote the first words he thought of when he thought of his wife. Brianne wrote the baby news, and that lead to the most adorable moment ever.

They got congratulations from everyone in their lives, even their local bank sent them a lovely note:

She gave birth to baby Monte, and the family is happy and together. They even went back to the same photographer for updated photos:

Please respect that the Family asked people to stop spreading the fake version.

Photos used were taken from the Dow Family Facebook.

Seriously you’re an idiot if you thought the fake version of this picture was real.

I never thought that the fake version was real? I just thought it was funny.

alwaysabeautifullife:

One of the most wonderful experiences is watching my children become teens seeing how my effort, often tired and drained, remains in their memories as absolutely precious parts of their lives.

The other day a parishioner brought us snacks and a meal to ease the burden of my husband who is currently the sole financial provider and sole homemaker as I’m still healing. One of the snacks was some wonderful baked giant muffins in several flavors from double chocolate, various berries, to poppyseed muffin. I walked to the kitchen one morning and excitedly presented them with the choice of muffins for breakfast. All of them strangely chose poppy seed, the least sweetest. The next day they all wanted the poppy seed muffins but only two remained, so we all broke them to share with one another. I asked them why they liked the poppyseed ones the best. They replied with memories of eating them often when they were very young, and how they were always a favorite.

I listened to them explain and remembered that time of their lives very clearly. At the time my husband and I had three children, our sons, and we lived in a one bedroom apartment with a tv on the floor, a hand me down couch, a blow up mattress in the living room we slept on, and playpens and sleeping bags my children slept on. They were all under the age of 4, and our finances were extremely tight. We shopped carefully and many luxuries like candy or popsicles couldn’t at the time fit in our budget. There was one box of poppyseed muffins however, they were inexpensive and requires little to no ingredients besides water and oil. I cooked them in the afternoons when they napped, although I was exhausted and wanted to put my feet up. The next morning we would eat them for breakfast or have them after dinner for treats.

It reminded me of my own memories when my mother head fled from her abusive husband, and we lived in a tiny house, relying on state aid for things like food. She used to tell us when our milk ran out that she had a very special and delicious milk that we made with her and excitedly poured into our cereal. We looked forward to being out of regular gallon milk. To this day I on occasion buy dried evaporated milk to drink because it reminded me of times that to us were sweet and rich, when our luxury was only love.

mintmintdoodles:

Hello people who draw, is your art also heavily influenced by your mood at the moment of creation? 😂 It’s been a frustrating weekend and now it shows on my art. I did not set out to draw this at all but drawing this out makes me a little better (I still want my money back 😭)

maculategiraffe:

cephalotodd:

fandom in the 1700s was you and your squad of ladies who got together weekly and did embroidery and talked about books you read. imagine the ship wars between lizzie/wickham and lizzie/darcy before everyone got up to the bit in the book where you find out what he did. id throw my knitting needles at my girl margery for suggesting lickham was endgame when CLEARLY its larcy all the way!! clearly!! imagine the bloodshed. the drama. when you get to the end of the book and you all make margery stand up and apologise to the group for having such awful opinions… smh

“But, my dearest Catherine, what have you been doing with yourself all this morning? Have you gone on with Udolpho?”

“Yes, I have been reading it ever since I woke; and I am got to the black
     veil.”

“Are you, indeed? How delightful! Oh! I would not tell you what is behind the black veil for the world! Are not you wild to know?”

“Oh! Yes, quite; what can it be? But do not tell me—I would not be told upon any account. I know it must be a skeleton, I am sure it is Laurentina’s skeleton. Oh! I am delighted with the book! I should like to spend my whole life in reading it. I assure you, if it had not been to meet you, I would not have come away from it for all the world.”

“Dear creature! How much I am obliged to you; and when you have finished
     Udolpho, we will read the Italian together; and I have made out a list of ten or twelve more of the same kind for you.”
  

-Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

mailadreapta:

Tonight I began reading The Hobbit to my son.

I have only read The Hobbit once previously, just after I read The Lord of the Rings. Yes, wrong order, I know, and I didn’t really like it: while LotR was awe-inspiring to my early adolescent self, The Hobbit was just too trivial in both style and content.

But! Reading it aloud! It’s just a joy, and it’s so good. We read most of the (long) first chapter, and I loved every moment of it.

One thing I hadn’t expected was the fact that there are all these songs. And the only thing to do with songs is to sing them, so there I was, making up a tune on the spot and singing my heart out.

It was awesome.