My 7 year old nephew Benjamin chose to watch Lord Of The Rings The Two Towers instead of a cartoon before bed tonight. He also mentioned he wants to get the books to read before bed.
WE MUST BE DOING SOMETHING RIGHT lol
Richard Xavior Snyder. I don’t know you. But we do share some common blood. Since my brother is your father. I’m sorry I couldn’t be the aunt I wanted to be to you. But I know the life you are living is better than the one you would have had with us. The time in which you were born, your birth parents just weren’t worthy of being your parents yet. And so you ended up with some who were. One day we’ll know eachother hopefully. And I can tell you stories about you and your cousin being little rascals crawling in your diapers snatching oreos from us. And how I used to sing you River Lullabye from The Prince Of Egypt every night. And how so very much I love you. Happy 10th Birthday, nephew.
Note: Ben wants a guitar for his birthday.
Noted.
3. A photo that makes you happy
This was the last photo I took of my Papa and Grandma together. I saw them a lot after this but never got a pic. This was taken on Christmas 08. Papa passed away February this year. It’s such a beautiful pic, and I love the way my Papa’s hand is not quite touching my Grandma’s back, like he’s being protective from a distance, just like he is now. :)
The top picture was my Papa when he was 19, in service. It says “My Love” because it was one of my Grandmother’s favorite pictures of him. The bottom picture is him when I was a kid. Today was his memorial service. It was great seeing family I haven’t seen in years. It was what a memorial service should be. We listened to Waylon Jennings (Papa’s favorite singing artist besides Iron and Wine and Celtic Folk), ate, drank, talked. At the end my Uncle Rafe had a moment and spoke. He summed everything up. I almost broke down in tears. My Mom didn’t show up, but I chose not to focus on that. I chose to focus on being grateful for being able to get together with family that I will most likely not see again. I’m just glad that for a moment, I was reminded that I have a huge family, one that will open their arms for me, with out even knowing me that well. All because I am Paul Barker’s Granddaughter. This man taught me how to love literature and poetry. How to appreciate art. How to take in the significance of others intentions. How to reserve judgment, and who to reserve it on. How to see the world as a place where Fairies and Phooka’s all reside together. How that even when everything is wrong, hope is always there. You just have to reach for it. He taught me that life is worth living. To always have your wits about you, and to never forget to drink Bailey’s on a Holiday.
I will never know another man to be what my Papa was: the living definition of chivalry, respect, and love.

Benji just proved that 4 year olds even know how to sneak a bird into a pic.
This is me and my nephew Seth. He’s staying at his Dad’s up in Washington State until we can get the cash to pick him up. He’s an annoying little shit but I miss the hell out of him. ♥
Tomorrow, my nephew Seth, is going to visit his Dad in Washington. We live in NorCal, it’s an 8 hour drive (if you don’t stop at all) away from us. And I’m all sad face about it. My niece and nephews are sometimes my best friends, the only ones I can rely on when times get tough, the ones that laugh with me, recite lines from Doctor Who with me, and who are the ones that don’t care how much of a lame or dork I act like, are always gonna love me.
He’s going to be gone for half a year. I don’t know, it’s really getting to me. I told him the whole time he’s up there he better be on tumblr! lol









