Happy Birthday, Aunt Mary Jo and Uncle Scott!

So today is my Uncle Scott's birthday, and his wife my beloved Aunt Mary Jo's was last week. I just love them so much! They are the best family a girl could ask for. So here are the cards I made them, some lovely pictures, and a little back story.



It had to beerafella for Uncle Scott. That's Mexican beer he's drinking, by the way. I colored him with my copics. The star is Heidi Swapp and I used my SU! star punch to stick some color behind it. I punched some holes with my CAD and tied that twill through it. That was all probably obvious. Oh well.

This is my aunt's card. The picture is not the best. Sorry about that. I used Damask Designs. You need it. Dawn's a master designer, I tell ya. I'm not sure about the colors. They're the ones from the Friend 'til the end kit. I'm not sure they're me. I "think" I like them; and if every card is going to be pink and brown, I have to try new pinks. Besides, this just happens to coordinate very nicely with our outfits in the pictures below. Doesn't that work out nicely?

Here she is - my mom's little sister Mary Jo. I just love her so much! Did I already say that? Oh well. Can we really say that enough? She is just so special to me and I know that she is always there. She really is like another mother to me. I don't know how I ever would have survived without her. I won't tell you how old she is, but let's just say I have good genes. This was taken at her DS's wedding in June. It was a very humid and misty day, if my hair didn't give that away.

And this is my DH aka "THE Major" and "Uncle Scott" and you better not forget the "uncle" part. I did once in my twenties - NEVER again. The look of rejection as he said, "What I'm not your uncle anymore?" or something along those lines. I'll never forget. He is my uncle. Someone who has shown me so much love and kindness.

This was also taken at my cousin's wedding. The tailor did a rotten job with Uncle Scott's tux and it was all he could do to keep his pants up so between the ceremony and the reception he went home and put on something more comfortable -his jeans and cowboy gear. He used to rodeo man, but gave it up when he and my aunt got together. She wanted him around for more than 8 seconds.

So anyway - these are my people. Two of the ones who helped make me who I am. They have meant so much to me over the years and blessed me in too many ways to count. I'm totally gushing. Not something I normally do, but I mean every single word. Happy birthday, Aunt Mary Jo and Uncle Scott! I love you!