On one of Adrian’s first night’s here, we were looking at Christmas photos on his laptop when a photo folder titled “Names” caught my attention.
“Ooh, what’s this?” I asked him.
“Oh, you can look at those. Go ahead,” he answered, all cool and casual-like, as if what I was about to see was no big deal at all.
What I found was photo after photo of my children’s names, all lovingly located on UK street signs, mostly in London. He found every. single. one of them. No photoshopping of any of the names (though Niko’s was a barber shop rather than a street sign). Do you have any idea how much I love this?!
Uncle Adrian presented each of the kids with a lovely print of their name photo (I intend to frame them), but I felt that a trip to the craft store was also necessary in order to display them in their proper splendor.
Here are the results:
Oh, how we are going to wear these shirts out. I love them, love them, love them.