Yup, that’s me. Don’t believe me? Can’t say that I blame you. It’s a far cry from the slightly greying, conservative bob cut that I am currently sporting. My wardrobe now is a tad more conservative too. Jeans, white crew neck tshirt and vans are more my speed these days.
I think this picture was taken in the mid ’90s which would put me at about 30 years old. I’m basing that on the jacket I’m wearing and the hairstyle I’m sporting. Definitely pre-kids.
So why did I pick this picture for Throw Back Thursday? I’m not sure. Could I be missing some “wild” in my life? Not really. Do I have a deep seeded desire to own a hog? Definitely not. It’s more likely that I am just wishing I could still hop onto a motorcycle without bones creaking and muscles spasming.
The picture was taken outside of a restaurant on Granville Island in Vancouver. I can’t remember the event but there were a bunch of us out for dinner. If any of my friends are reading this and remember this night please refresh my memory. Right, that’s another thing I’m starting to miss. The ability to recall events, names and faces.
Look, I’m not “old” but I’m not a spring chicken either.
This picture is just a little reminder for me that The Best Things in Life are memories caught on film to be looked at years later.
Yes, it’s that time of year again. Valentines Day is just around the corner. Little kids at school are preparing their paper valentines. Young women are hoping (or praying) that this is the year they get that sparkly ring on their finger. And guys everywhere are still talking about the Super Bowl.
Love is so many different things to people that I don’t feel that it can be shoved into one Hallmark holiday day each year. Love is different for everyone because it is personal and cultural and familiar and personal. Yes, I said personal twice.
Love is crazy and calm
Love is hard and soft
Love is scary and comforting
Love is warm and cold
Love is physical and emotional
Love is color and love is black and white
This is my love. These pictures were taken seven years ago but the feelings they evoke in me are so strong that every time I look at them my heart gets all mushy and I need to hold my breath.
My daughter was about eleven months old so my son must have been almost twelve. Babies, both of them. My husband and I had been married for seven years. Four of which we had spent living 3000 miles apart.
So much has happened since then. I’ve learnt and grown with these three humans right beside me. It’s been ugly and it’s been beautiful. Often on the same day.
Love is family
Love is memories
Love is growing together
Love is learning from each other.
Love is never having to say you’re sorry but saying it anyway.
The pictures say so much. My sweet sensitive son. My crazy adventurous daughter. My thoughtful handsome husband.
The Best Thing in Life is Love. Mushy, hold your breath love.
How many of your Halloween costumes do you remember? My most memorable costume was the year that my best friend, her sister and her best friend and I went as the crew from the Wizard of Oz. Katherine was the tallest so she was the tin man, Joanna had freckles so she got to be Dorothy, Angela was the scarecrow and I was the lion. My mom made my costume and it was amazing.
Unfortunately I have no pictures. I do, however, have pictures of my kids……ya I know but hey, its Halloween.
When my son was three he wanted to be a witch. We went to the store and I showed him the dress and hat that made up a witches costume. He loved it! Not once did he or I or anyone question his choice. He was a witch and her rocked it. We’ve never talked about it since than and he may have forgotten. Until now. Sorry bud.
My daughter’s first Halloween (that she was able to walk for) she was dressed as a penguin. When I was pregnant my husband and son used to joke that I was going to have a penguin. I’m not sure why. My husband has always wanted a pet penguin. Again, I’m not sure why. So it was only fitting that this be her first costume. Thank you Old Navy.
Are Power Rangers still a thing? In 1995 it was ever little boy’s dream to be a Ranger. I’m guessing that the number of Power Ranger costumes sold has recently been replaced by Minecraft or perhaps Skylanders? I was a bit worried about the mask that came with this costume but apparently going out without is was nothing short of sacrilegious. Go Power Rangers.
What little girl didn’t dream of being a fairy princess for Halloween? Of course dressing like a fairy princess in Vancouver at the end of October has some logistical issues. Turtle necks for example don’t always fit underneath gauzy sequined dresses. Sling back slippers and mushy wet leaves do not mix. Still she managed to pull it off don’t you think? How cute are her buddies the mermaid and the queen?
The last costume I wore was in 2008 and was Sarah Palin. There was talk of my husband dressing up as a moose but it never happened. My friends annual Halloween costume was the perfect way to let our imaginations go and yup, that’s the best I could come up with. You betcha!
The Best Thing in Life is that I do not have a picture of the year that I dressed up as Catwoman. Black vinyl is not flattering. Just sayin’
This is my godmother. Her name was Faith Mahwinney and she was a lovely sweet woman. I remember her being like a little bird and smelling like roses. She loved a good giggle and always wore heels.
When my parents first came to Canada in the mid-fifties they were introduce to the Mahwinneys and the older couple basically adopted them. I can only imagine how hard it must have been to be newly married and living in a new country with no family of your own. It must have been reassuring to have a nice couple to help them out and act as surrogate parents.
When I was born my parents chose Faith as one of my godparents. Traditionally three godparents were chosen but I think that with a lack of close family they decide two was enough. That is her holding me on the day I was baptized. I still have the little gown I wore packed away in tissue…..somewhere.
Do people still have godparents? I feel like it is a bit of a dying tradition. Traditionally godparents are appointed by parents to provide spiritual guidance for their godchildren. They are present when the child is baptized and make a promise of renunciation, faith and obedience in the child’s name. In the past it was required that godparents be baptized themselves but the Anglican Church has waived that requirement in recent years. Frankly I’m not even sure my godparents went to church at all.
Since we only went to church on the big days. You know. Christmas , Easter and Thanksgiving. It was a bit more about tradition than wanting us to have somebody teach us about God, but really, it’s a lovely tradition.
Generally speaking godparents are chosen for their interest and ability to nurture the Christian life and faith of the child/adult whom they sponsor. I can’t say that I ever discussed God with either do so in that respect she may have not lived up to the bargain. But in other ways she knocked it out of the park.
Every Christmas we would all get dressed up and go to the Mahwinneys house on Marine Drive for tea. The grown ups would sit in the living room and have tea and we kids would hang out in the dining room with our own tray of goodies and lemonade. She made the most amazing cookies and treats and we each had our favorite. My favorite was the coconut strawberries. I have no idea what was in them other than coconut and sugar but they were shaped into little red strawberries and holy crap they were good. My brothers favorite was very thinly sliced home-made brown bread slathered in butter and my sister loved the butter tarts.
After her husband passed away Faith moved into an apartment. I would go and visit her on my own then as I was older. She was getting old and frail and didn’t hear well but she still wore heals and smelt like roses. She would putter around that apartment overlooking Ambleside making me tea and chatting about the people she had met in her new building. She would always walk me down to the elevator when I left and remind everyone that we saw that I was her goddaughter.
I was twenty-seven when she passed away. I helped to spread her ashes over the rose garden outside her church. She may not have guided me spiritually but she taught me a lot by always being polite and ladylike. Traditions can take many forms and that makes them one of the Best Things in Life.