Imogen is 11 months old today...and not so long ago we had a naming day ceremony for the wee nipper. Friends and family came and we shared a special few hours welcoming her to the world. Following that day I had a word with my mate Wrennie to see if he could use his artistic talents to put some of the words we spoke that day onto paper.
A few things got in the way ( most notably Wrennie having a 'tactical dismount' during a Downhill Mountain biking session on Moelfre which resulted in broken ribs, a punctured lung and some pneumonia. I still think he was just being soft ), but then the old Ginger Prince came round for a spot of din-dins and to show us what he had drawn.
We were blown away that day and we continue to be so...
...I'm not sure I can use this blog post to explain how awesome these are and how much they mean to us. Just click them to get the bigger versions and ask yourself why this guy isn't doing this for a living?
To coin a phrase....stoked.
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