A Series of Self Portraits and Thoughts
A little while ago I set up my tripod and took a series of self-portraits. (Please tell me I'm not the only mom who does weird things like this during nap time!) I froze time with these snapshots. In essence, I immortalized myself. And I obviously didn't take myself too seriously either. Hehe.
It's peculiar, I remember my parents being about the same age I am now. The memory of them as young parents is still very vivid in my mind. I remember them as young and thin and energetic. When I think of my dad, the first picture that pops up from memory is probably one of him with light brown hair wearing his Air Force blues. I was just a little kid and I worshipped him. My mom, well, I know she wears a different size dress than she once did, but she's had a version of the same haircut since I can remember so she hasn't changed all that much--just a little.
Those were happy times, when we were a young family: my dad, mom, brother, sister, and me. And they're happy times now: this young family I'm a mama of today. I hope I appreciate what a gift these happy days are. And someday, I hope you boys--Jed and Levi--remember me and our family and these happy days too.