Thursday, October 06, 2016


Today my Nicholas Jones Nielson (Gigs) turns TEN!!!!
Mr. Nielson and I think that Nicholas was born in the wrong decade.  
He should have been born in the late 50's. He really belongs there- with my Dad.
They'd probably be best friends and pal around 
Provo's foothills catching bugs, throwing rocks, napping in the tall 
grass and sending stick boats down the city gutters.
They would drink root beer from glass bottles, 
chase cats around the neighborhood,
and not come home until the dinner bell rang.
They would read comic books, wear converse high-tops, 
and share the flattop haircut style.
Instead he came to me at this time because I needed him as my boy.
He reminds me of innocence, childhood, happiness, and slowing down.
Nicholas is the sweetest boy that ever there was.
He would never hurt a fly- seriously, Nicholas loves insects.  
For some reason he finds bugs and bees, crickets, and tarantulas-
or maybe they find him because they know they will be safe in his 
gentle little 10 year old hands.

Happy Birthday Jonesy, I love you so much!
Birth story HERE