Along the way I totally got sidetrack and went down memory lane. I realized that I really hate perms and so did my hair. I found so many pictures with my crazy hair and can't imagine the amount of money spent on hair spray and ugly clothes. As much as I love FULL hair, I am thankful we no longer dress or look like crazy people who stuck their fingers in light sockets...
Another thing I realized was that my mom's side of the family is like a country western song and completely crazy, but I love them all so much. I come from a bunch of beer drinking, bar fighting, redneck uncles and my beautiful aunts that helped tame these men along the way. When I was younger I remember the fun they used to have and I couldn't wait to see what it was like to go out with these wild people. They are no longer wild, but hard working people who work hard to provide for their families. By the time I was old enough to legally go out, they were all past their "WILD" days and I found out that I probably couldn't hang with them anyway. I am so proud to call these crazy people my family.
Looking at the past is fun until you see someone who is no longer with you in a picture and it makes you sad because they should still be here with you. I am one who doesn't like change and seeing all the changes through the years is not fun either. I looked back at the pictures of my youth and realized Will is my twin and I wasn't ever fat, like I thought I was. Oh, how I wish I could be that size again! I promise I will never complain about being fat again if I could just be that size! It is amazing how we see ourselves when time passes... it is like looking through the eyes of another person.
I am so glad that I have all these memories on paper and look forward to sharing them with my own children. I love the fact that my mom was like me and loved to take pictures and "capture the moment" as much as I do.
I will post the pictures later when I figure out how to use my scanner... but I found some of my dad and I remember loving that man something fierce. I hope he knows how much I love him even more today and how happy I am to call him my dad. We don't talk often enough for me, but he is in my thoughts daily. I don't think he likes the phone, but when I hear his voice, it brightens my day. I don't know what I did to be so blessed in life, but I pray it never ends.
My dad and Will at 6 months.
June 2007
Another good one of my dad.
Will with his 2 favorite things... a Fire Truck and his Papa
My dad... I love that man so much!
Wishing you the best Father's Day EVER!!!
I LOVE YOU!