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May 28: Emma's hair had natural curl to it, from the day she was born, until the day of her first haircut. It's been straight as an arrow (just like all the rest of us) ever since.
Except for Thursday night, when Jordan put Emma's hair in curlers.
Friday morning, Emma was the definition of glamour.
By Friday afternoon, Emma looked like Medusa -- but that's another story.
May 29: One last tulip picture, before they fade away.
And, I was already laying on the ground, and was too lazy to get up.
It was a holiday weekend, and that's how I roll.
May 30: The engagement session with Kelsey and Matt.
I had asked the groom, Matt (duh), to jump up and click his heels together.
I'm not sure what he's ACTUALLY doing, but I think it's a cool shot.
Now that I really look at it, I think he's taking flight.
It's a bird! It's a plane! NO! It's Groom Man!
May 31: Do you remember Wilson, the volley ball with the bloody handprint for a face, who costarred with Tom Hanks in Castaway?
This is his down-on-his-luck and leprous second cousin.
He's been leaving little pieces of himself all over the yard, the house, my car...
June 1: New shoe day is always a great day when you're a kid.
Nothing in the world feels the same as a new pair of shoes -- and you never really realize how decrepit your old shoes have become, until you slip the new ones on.
I was a classic "New Shoe Kid." I believed they made me run faster, and jump higher. Well that, and the fact that I was 1/32 Paiute. :)
I also secretly hoped they'd point the babes in my direction. Of course, that was the motivation for pretty much everything I did...
June 2: The First Rose of Summer. And companion.
This beautiful flower sacrificed it's life seconds later, when I turned it ever so slightly for better light, and it snapped off in my hand.
June 3: I don't do a lot of things right, and my memory is hit and miss, but the one date I never forget is June 3, 1994.
The day she said yes.
I've tried to acknowledge the day that Sharon agreed to marry me, each year, with some kind of small gift.
It's the least I can do to thank her for giving me love and a life beyond my capacity to describe.
The ring is an Irish Claddagh Ring. It is a centuries old design, and deeply symbolic. The hands holding the heart symbolize friendship, the heart is love, and the crown at the top stands for loyalty.
Incidentally, the little box was hand carved in Russia, out of birch bark.