Old Friends and contrast.
This week I met up with some old and dear friends under very different circumstances.
Day 78
March 19: Here's Matthew playing his favorite position -- keeper. Matt inherited his father's athletic ability: Naturally average at everything.
But when he plays keeper he really steps it up. It's amazing what a little confidence will do.
Day 79
March 20: This is Matthew. He's dancing. He does this in public.
Without shame.
I'm not sure where I went wrong.
Day 80
March 21: This was such a wonderful day. I've already referenced it in my previous post, but today I got together with some long lost friends. I went in to the day with a little trepidation, wondering if I would have anything to say to people I hadn't seen in 18 years. It turns out we had a lot to say. It was a happy day. (Oh, these are the toes of my friend Ellen's three year old daughter -- the rest of her is pretty darn cute too!)Day 81
March 22: Have you ever played Liar's Dice? It's also called Perudo, Pirate's Dice, and probably a lot of other things. If you have seen Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest, it's the game that Will and his father play with Davy Jones. I taught the game to my kids, and now they regularly beat me.
It turns out they're pretty good liars.
I'm so proud.
Day 82
March 23: Another old friend. Spring! She popped her head up briefly on Monday (it's snowing as I write this on Wednesday). We moved into our home last July, and didn't know about these little Spring flowers in the front yard. I don't even know what they are, but I think they're pretty.
Any idea what they might be?
Day 83
March 24: Self Portrait. Something new I'm adding this week -- a self portrait a week (until I get bored with it anyway). And yes, that is what I look like -- I generally have that thing attached to my face.Well, not usually at work, but no one was looking.
Day 84
March 25: I'm sitting in my car waiting to see another old and dear friend, and it's raining.The rain seems somehow appropriate.
The circumstances are different this time. Her brother has passed away, and I'm about to go into the viewing.
A life of such promise, suddenly gone. I feel I should say something, but everything is inadequate at a time like this.
Emily, I'm so sorry.
12 comments:
I'm sorry to hear of your friend's brother's death. I don't know why, but rain seems to be a comfort to me in times like those.
I love the picture that you took of yourself in the sunglasses. Way too cool.
Sorry to hear about your friend's brother, but I understand about not knowing what to say. I pray your wife is doing well. I never forget you guys when I pray.
Tabitha from I Choose Bliss
Another wonderful representation of your week. Beautiful photos. I love the rain shot.
Now my Wednesday night is complete. Hope your coming week is filled with all those simple pleasures you describe so well.
Another great set of photos.
I'm sorry to hear of the loss. :(
This is another fabulous collection of photos. So sorry to hear about your friend's loss.
Lovely photos. I especially love the one of your son dancing. Why do we outgrow that?
Sorry for the loss. Rain always seems appropriate to me at times like that. Raging sunshine just doesn't suit the mood.
Chris -- Fantastic shots this week. Your son sounds like a ham in the making. I have no idea what that flower is, cute itty bitty feet and I love the self portrait.
I told myself I would post at least one picture a month of myself. I think I've done it once and I had the camera in my face. Your sunglass shot is very clever. I can't wait to see what other creative things you come up with.
Sorry about your friend loosing her brother. I always have a hard time knowing what to say at times like that.
Proud of the lying but not the dancing? Hmmmm....
sorry about the loss :(
I have some pretty flowers like that in my front yard, except mine are pink. I don't know what they are either!
The heavens tears are so welcoming when I can't seem to shed any. I hope the Lords tender mercy is surrounding you and your friends at this time...Hugs.
Like you, I feel like I never have quite the right words when tragedy strikes. But, then I remember that sometimes actions speak louder than words and just being there in support speaks volumes.
Another great week of shots!
I'm so sorry for your friend.
I love the spring pic and your self portrait. Well done!
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