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I’ve known Dennis for a very long time and when he asked me to be a part of his 10 year celebration, I couldn’t have been happier. 10 years seems like an eternity in today’s world and definitely worthy of a party. I want to wish you guys a happy 10 year anniversary and wish that God will bless you with many more. Here are a few of the shots from that day.
Back in May I introduced you guys to baby Benjamin in this post. A couple of weeks ago I had the pleasure again of speaking with Marina, Benjamin’s mother. She wanted to get photos done for Christmas cards, and I thought how can it be Christmas if the year just started? … yea, 11 months ago! Where does the time go.
So we met up last weekend for pictures of Benjamin along with his three cousins. Let me tell you, I’m used to chasing my kids around to snap pictures, but the pressure was on. Two babies, one three year old and a fine young man. I definitely had my work cut out for me but it was a blast! Let me share with you some of my favorite shots from that day…. the last one I die for! Now it’s time to get to work on my Christmas cards. Happy Thursday!
The late 80′s were great years for me. I had finally mastered the English language and made some amazing friends I hold dear to this day. This is the time when I met Heather. She was this fun, petite blonde that rocked my world! Our backgrounds and family history were different, but we bonded over Jr. High School and Wednesday night youth group. Those years were a blast, summer/winter/anytime camps were so much fun and I have nothing but the fondest memories of my early teenage years.
The last summer of the 80′s into 1990 is when our friendship thrived. We would hop on our bikes on Saturday mornings and just go wherever the road would take us, it was a nice little taste of freedom before we got our licenses. We had to have our weekend break from bike riding when we reached Thrifty. One scoop of chocolate brownie ice cream for $0.25… yup, you read that right… 25 CENTS!!! Best scoop of ice cream there ever was.
1990 was our last year of school together. Choir, more camps and then our lives took separate paths but we were able to remain close… closer at times not so much other times. Then came her wedding and her beautiful children. Years later she was the Matron of Honor at my wedding while her oldest daughter was my flower girl. And many, many years later came my babies. We’ve experienced the ups and downs in each other’s lives and have been able to maintain the love that holds our friendship.
As the years go by it gets harder and harder to get together often. Between work, home and keeping up with the kids, it doesn’t happen very often. The last time we got together was two years ago until this past weekend. I was going to be in the area and had to make my way to her, and it dawned on us, that we had never been together with all our kids at the same time. It was a short visit full of long hugs and kind words and a photo session, of course.
I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend. I know I am thankful for great, long lasting friendships.
Thanks to social media time slips through our fingers without actually weighing how fast time flies, until you realize it’s been over a year since you’ve seen your friends! One year and a half ago I wrote this post about my dear friend being pregnant again after 16 loooong years. We had an awesome baby shower last October and baby Sophia was born last November.
I’ve seen her baby pictures since day one. I’ve kept up with her first little steps and funny little laugh on Facebook. So you can see why I was in total shock when her birthday invitation came in the mail, and it hit me that a year had gone by and I had yet to meet little Sophia. Her mama calls me bad Auntie, and that’s fine with me. I was a very bad auntie.
Yesterday was a wonderful day full of fun and laughs and it was also a great reminder that real face time and human interaction is so much better that keeping up online.
I promise not to let another year go by without soaking up all this baby goodness. Say hello to little Sophia.
I’ve heard this story for the last 36 years, my dad took me on my very first road trip when I was just a few months old… just the two of us. This began a beautiful relationship between my father and I, and I am sure that this is when my love of road trips began.
He played hopscotch with me. He teased me about boys.
He pulled me from a lake and saved me from drowning.
He embarrassed me in front of my friends when I thought I was too cool to be reprimanded.
He bought me flowers the day I became a lady.
He understands me.
He hugged me close and let me cry on his shoulder when my heart was broken… more than once, and told me it was going to be ok.
He walked me down the isle when it finally was ok.
There is no bond like that of a father and daughter. I love my father with everything that I am, every fiber of my being. I hope that every woman out there is as blessed as I have been to have such a wonderful man take on the challenge of being the greatest dad.
Happy father’s day to all of you who were men enough to step up and experience the greatest love story there can be.
