So, I underestimated my photographer a few weeks back. I'm not sure how she managed to capture such wonderful photos. Considering the near permanent scowl that was on Will's face the whole time, I have a feeling some serious retouching had to be done. But however she did it, we wound up with some really great pictures. Here are my favorites.
I was so pleasantly surprised! We will be using her again. Now that I've found a good photographer we can afford, I plan on having family pictures taken at least every year, probably more like every 6 months while the boys are young and changing so much.
In news of a less personal nature, Osama Bin Laden is dead. I have to admit that my first thought upon hearing it was "Oh shit, what are they going to do to us now." But then it occurred to me that the terrorists are already consumed by irrational rage at our mere existence and that killing their figurehead isn't going to incite them to do something they weren't going to do anyway. While I don't feel at all safer that he's dead, it is certainly satisfying to know that some measure of justice has been done. And it is truly awe inspiring and a little terrifying that our military has the capability and perseverance to locate a single person in this whole wide world whose primary focus it was to remain hidden. I hope all those terrorists out there find it terrifying too. And that we have such bad ass special forces who can carry out such missions is something to admire. And though I have no love lost for President Obama, I give him credit for making the daring decision to send in our men, make this personal, and get confirmation of his identity. It really bothers me that he didn't give any recognition to President Bush though. And it bothered me even more in the days to follow when I heard people gloating that Obama did what Bush couldn't, when in reality, Obama couldn't have done what he did if not for Bush. It's just disingenuous and petty to pretend otherwise. Playing politics with something so historically significant introduces divisiveness into what should be a unifying moment. But all that aside, it was a good day in the war on terror.
Speaking of the war on terror (even though I think Obama doesn't want us to call it that anymore), I expect Jamie to be deploying sometime in the coming months. I'm dreading it. Will is old enough to actually miss him now which means my heartbreak will essentially double when he leaves. Missing him myself is hard, but knowing that my little boy is missing his daddy is going to be so much worse. He's gone right now, though only on a short state-side mission. I took the boys to Costco today and we saw a man there in a green flight suit like the ones Jamie wears to work. Will thought it was Jamie. He started calling out "Daddy" as the guy walked by. I did my best to correct him, but he's still a bit too young to understand. He was still calling out for "Daddy" a few aisles later. He never really got upset about it and seemed to just let it go after a while. But I imagine this was just a preview of what's to come. It's going to be rough. I'm ready for this war to be over now.