Monday, November 30, 2009

95: Submitted by Leah M. (Japan)

Here is a good picture of my beautiful family...thanks for making that page on facebook. I love seeing other mixed families and hearing their stories. We are a military family living in Japan by way of Philly. Take care!

94: Submitted by Monique V. (New Jersey)

I found your a link to this blog on Fierce & Nerdy.Com. I scanned through the picture which made me so very happy and moved me to want to share some photos of my own family.

My husband, Brian Viehland, and I will be celebrating our 10 year anniversary in January 2010. I am African American and he is Caucasian. My ancestry can be traced back to West African and his from Germany. A little over 19 months ago, I gave birth to a son, Sekou William. He is a beautiful, smart, funny little boy who we love very much. Contrary to what Keith Bardwell may think, I am confident that my son will grow up feeling a deep sense of love and belonging. And the only concern I have for his future, is that he will have to deal with people like Keith Bardwell. But I can guarantee that he will be as prepared as we can possibly make him.

I want to thank you for creating this wonderful testament to family - no matter what combination it comes in - and share recent photos recent of my interracial family.

Thanks so much for creating this blog!

Yours Truly,
Trenton, New Jersey

93: Submitted by Anilu (Scotland)

Subject Line: Mexico-India

Please find attached the pics of my wonderful relationship for almost 6 years. I am mexican and he is south indian but we found each other and fell in love. We got married last June and live in Scotland. We might look similar to the untrained eye so we avoid the superficial random judgements but our upbringings were very different.

92: Submitted by Terri C.

91: Submitted by Esther E.

90: Submitted by Susan A. (Texas)

Daniel's Baba is Pakistani and his mommy is American (Scotch-Irish ancestry). We are a very happy "mixed" family!

Sunday, November 29, 2009

BLOG: It's always different when Daddy leaves

It's always different when daddy leaves. In our household, daddy happens to be a firefighter who works 24-hour shifts.

When he leaves, the baby waddles around the house clumsily looking in closets and cabinets while calling "Da-deee?!" The 3-year-old talks about how his dad, the policeman, is catching bad guys. (I don't know. I really don't.) And the older kids like to sometimes crawl into bed with me in the middle of the night.

The other morning, daddy had just finished a shift. He was exhausted. I could see it in his eyes, his body language. He was slouched over the dinner table telling me about how he didn't stop the entire night except for a brief 45 minutes.

And then he told me about how we needed to go to Sam's to stock up on groceries and then get the oil changed--things that needed to be done before he hit the bed for the day. And we might as well stop by Cracker Barrel for breakfast, he added, since the cabinets were bare.

A few moments later, I was in the bedroom standing in front of a mirror pulling my hair back into a sloppy pony tail, getting ready to leave and dreaming of cheese grits, when I overheard Hubby.

He was in the bathroom and the door was open by just a crack.
"I know Mow (rhymes with cow)," he said.

He said it again, this time more slowly.
I. Know. Mow.

Well, who the heck is Mow?

I peeked in and caught him standing in front of the mirror. "I. Know. Mow," he again repeated. The 1-year-old, Baby R, was propped up on the sink, clapping his hands and repeating. "I. Know. Mow!"

I stood there for a second, choked up. Baby R was pointing to Hubby's face, saying "Eyes. Nose. Mouth." And Hubby, after a sleepless 24-hours, was patiently enjoying the moment.

Watching them, I was reminded of my own father. I only have one memory of him from the time when I was a small child. There were other memories from my older years, but as a small child, I have one. I am sitting on his lap and then my mind fast-forwards: I'm walking around the house calling "Da-deee?"

I remember my mom telling me that he had gone to work and would be back soon. Well, soon never happened. I think she was secretly hoping I'd forget. I secretly never did.

And although I didn't know much because I was so young, I know that it was just different when he left. Even as a 3-year-old, I felt that. Little did I know that different meant food-stamps and public housing for the next few years of life.

Thirty years later, and I'm sitting at a Thanksgiving dinner with my paternal grandparents, who had driven in to spend a few hours at my brother's house, where we had Thanksgiving this year. I wanted to ask, but couldn't bring myself to do it.

Finally, right before they left, I said it. "So, how's my dad? How's, um, John?" It's weird because I never know how to refer to him. "He's in real estate, still plugging along," my grandfather replied.

Standing in my bedroom, watching my Hubby and son and recalling my own father, I was so grateful. In our home, it's always different when daddy leaves, but when he leaves, he always comes home.

Thank you, Hubby. This one's for you.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

89: Submitted by Tiffany B.

88: Submitted by Jaclyn C. (California)


I recently stumbled across your blog, and thought I'd share the pictures of my intercultural/interracial husband and I. He's a citizen of India, and I'm a Caucasian/Hispanic American. Thanks for starting this project! I'll blog about it on my site ( as well. Be ready for a bunch of South Asian/other pictures. ;-)

Attached is a picture of my husband and myself at our Hindu wedding ceremony (which took place in Calcutta, India) and a picture of us on our honeymoon after the American wedding, which was spent camping on the Channel Islands in my home state of California.


Gori Girl / Jaclyn C.

Thanks, Gori Girl! I linked you:-)

87: Submitted by Audrey B. (Georgia)

This one comes to MH from Audrey in Georgia. Thanks for your submission, Audrey!

86: Submitted by Fatima J.

Diyanah and Alayah are American girls of Afghan and Indian heritage from their Pakistani born father's side and Eastern European Jewish, Hungarian, Scottish, and Native American heritage from their American born mother's side. Let nobody negate the happiness of their existence!

We love your project!

Fatima and Amju

85: Submitted by KC K.

Subject Line: Engaged, Mixed and Happy!

Here's a photo of us at our engagement party. He was born in India
and grew up in Illinois, and I'm from Michigan. We'll be married next
July. Take that, judge!


Friday, November 27, 2009

84: Submitted by Andrea H. (Ohio)

This morning I read about your blog on Honeysmoke and was so pleased to read about what you are doing. I think it is an excellent idea as my husband and I were outraged upon reading about Mr. Bardwell's unfortunate confusion about the well being of biracial children. Here is our family which includes three very happy, healthy and intelligent biracial children. We are so blessed and could not imagine our family any other way!

Thank you again for what you are doing!

Andrea H., Ohio

Thursday, November 26, 2009

83: Submitted by Marjorie M. (Arkansas)

This is a picture of me with my grandchildren. I was born in Japan, my mother was Japanese and my father an American soldier. They were married and had me and my sister. My children are 1/4 Japanese. One of my grandchildren is 1/4 Korean, 3 of them 1/8 Japanese. We are a very mixed and happy family!

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

82: Submitted by June S.

What a beautiful collage. Thanks for the submission, June!


81: Submitted by Ty M. (Florida)

Here are a few photos of my “Mixed and Happy” baby! Daddy was born in Cairo, Egypt and Mommy is part Spanish. I love what you are doing here!

80: Submitted by Robert G. (Washington, D.C.)

This comes to me by way of Robert G., creator of the facebook group Blasian Island. Thanks, Robert!

Greetings !

My wife and I discovered your Facebook page (Mixedandhappy) via a friend and want to support your effort, to show that mixed race couples can be happy, successful and thrive just as much as homegenous families.

My name is Robert and my wife's name is Yun (Grant is our last name). We grew up together and have been dating since Highschool. We have 4 children (Genesis Gabriella Grant: 6, Blessing Olivia Grant: 5 , Quinn Isabella Leigh Grant: 2 and a newborn that was born on the 17th of November 2009, Lailah Madelyne Grant: 6 days of age).

We're originally from Upstate New York but have migrated the world as a family, while I was active duty military. We purchased a home and finally set roots in the Washington D.C. / Maryland area, where I'm employed as an Engineer and my wife is a stay at home mom (Although she does have a degree in Business Administration).

That's a little bit about our family :)

Attached are a few pictures of us (Minus our newborn) , since mom and baby have JUST got home and we've not had enough time to take pics yet :P Lets us know if you've need of anything else from us... ;)

Respectfully Yours,
-R.L. Grant III-

Monday, November 23, 2009

79: Submitted by Jessica W. (Ohio)

This is my step-sister, by the way!

My husband (a Naval Officer) and I have been married for almost 13 years. We have three beautiful children together. We are an interracial couple who view our interracial marriage and our biracial children as a strength and not a weakness. They are a blessing from God, which supersedes any opinion of man.

78: Submitted by Holly B. (Florida)

77: Submitted by Jennifer M. (Arizona)

My other step-sister, Jen:-)

Here are some photo's of our family. My husband and I have been together for 6 years with 2 beautiful daughters. He is Japanese and I am caucasian. Our kids are the best thing that has ever happened to us including meeting each other. Love comes in all different shapes,sizes and colors. That is what makes the world go round.

76: Submitted by Ellen A. (Antwerp, Belgium)

1/3 chinese
1/3 belgian
1/3 chinese-belgian
100% happy

Supporting your cause - many greetings from antwerp!!!!
Li, Ellen & Vico

75: Submitted by Shannon W.

74: Submitted by Lori D.