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Posted on October 1, 2011

I have been sitting here for 20 minutes trying to think of a catchy title for this… Caroline just asked me, “Mommy, are you trying to think?” (My kids are accustomed to my less than engaging conversations when I’m working at the computer…) “Yes, I am trying to think, but it’s not helping…” What does one say about their oldest and dearest friend, especially when he looks like THAT? Do I reminisce about our days in High School, my memories of the boy I met in Mr. Flocker’s Freshman Algebra on the first day of school who used Sun-In on his hair? Or do I joke about the time I had snuck into the Boys’ Dorm at APU and there conveniently was a FIRE DRILL and I spent the next 45 minutes under his bed while the entire school had been evacuated onto the football field? Do I credit him for teaching me how to smoke a cigarette (the first and last time I ever did that, btw…)? Do I bust out the hundreds of  pics from High School through College that showed we spent WAY too much time together for two people who weren’t dating? Do I mention that he’s always been the most amazing support to me over the last 22 years, yet still finds a way to tell me what I need to hear without hurting my feelings? Do I laugh about how he caught the garter at my wedding, which was quite ironic because I had wanted to marry him for the first several years of our friendship? Do I mock him for when he was in the delivery room when I was having Austin, he was standing as FAR against the back wall as he could possibly get? How does one sum up “that friend” in a blog post…? Or do I just gloss over the huge significance he has played in my life and simply comment on how gorgeous he is and how he wasn’t ripped like that in High School? I don’t know what angle to take here, so you will just get it all. Meet Russ. I’ve known him since I was 13 and somehow, our friendship has lasted forever. When he finally moved back from Seattle, I moved to Michigan. When I finally moved back from Michigan, he moved to New York. We have been there for all of it… the good, the bad and the ugly. But ugly is hardly how you would describe these shots. Once we got past the laughter and uncomfortableness of actually trying to pull this off and act professional, we had fun. (How could you not when your subject looks like that?!?!) So here are just a few… Thank you, Russ, for letting me practice on you (this was a little out of my “norm”, so he did me a HUGE favor). Now I can add “Super Hot Hunky Men” to my client base.