I've thought a lot this past weekend about what makes me happy and what has given me the happiest memories. Few moments of happiness in my life compare to the years I spent in college--I can honestly say, without a doubt that I would do it all over in a heartbeat. No question. I've also realized that so few women really get the opportunity to be so unbelievably satisfied with that period of their lives. Sure, I always wonder why in the world I never signed up for study abroad, or why I never minored in voice, or took a photography class....what I'm talking about are the big chunks of your thought, time, energy and sense of place and belonging AND those things--those special places will always belong to the Olsen sisters (all of them), Becca, Taggart, Elvis's Blue Christmas, Martha Stewart paper lanterns, whopper (no meat), Petersen, Cousin Wil (the time he tipped the bike over in the front room and we laughed until we peed our pants!), Adam & Casey, weekend road trips to Montana, fajita night, Cheryl Wheeler concerts with Barnett, dance party in the front room window, secret notes, Annie Oakley, Jesse James, so. much. singing....and Spring Break. You know the one. Best. Spring. Break. Ever.
And I love it even more because after almost 15 years it still makes me overwhelmingly happy.
Oh, so happy.
The days are long, but the years are short.
The more I realize it, the more I ache to make myself remember all of it. The good and the bad. The new and the old.
Same place, but the only screams and chasing were from Jack and Kiki playing dinosaurs.
Jack's super sexy pose. I've had to stop saying it, though, because he's too into it.
This...is my favorite picture from the whole trip. Notice the total lack of concern on Becca's face as she casually grabs the shirt collar of the "she-devil"? Yup. 30-foot drop a mere centimeter away... you bet, got it covered.
They look so thoughtful and kind.
The more I realize it, the more I ache to make myself remember all of it. The good and the bad. The new and the old.
Same place, but the only screams and chasing were from Jack and Kiki playing dinosaurs.
Jack's super sexy pose. I've had to stop saying it, though, because he's too into it.
This...is my favorite picture from the whole trip. Notice the total lack of concern on Becca's face as she casually grabs the shirt collar of the "she-devil"? Yup. 30-foot drop a mere centimeter away... you bet, got it covered.
They look so thoughtful and kind. [below is a special coded message just for Bruce, from Lola]
"There's this white guy that does wild crack...and he smells really bad!"
I loved these two shots.
...we left early Sunday morning because of a snowstorm.
I love this lady. l.o.v.e. u.
I loved these two shots.
...we left early Sunday morning because of a snowstorm.
I love this lady. l.o.v.e. u.
5 comments:
Things I am thinking:
Amen to all of it. They were the best of times.
Look at your kids! They are so grown up and so beautiful. (and sexy.)
I need to talk to you about cameras. Yours rocks, and you have a great eye. What beautiful photos.
You girls look even better now than when we went all those years ago. Curse you!!!!!!!!!!
Noone is holding a dryer sheet in any of these photos.
Cue the Indigo Girls, the Judds, and John Denver in my mind... One of these years we need a girl trip involving lots and lots of singing.
Love you.
That is all.
That damn dryer sheet.
Brooke, you and yours must come with us next time.
Rose- amen, sister. Love you too. I have so many fun memories of earlier spring breaks, but they are easily rivaled by how joyful our children were "discovering" the places we have loved for so long.
Rose, you always manage to explain how I feel in words that are even better than what I am thinking in my own head!
These pictures are so good. Do you do a lot of work on them, or does the good camera make that big of a difference?
Ugh. That was me.
Owls and froot loops? You have stooped to new lows that I never thought that I'd see.
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