This Mother’s Day was the first of it’s kind. I remember my first Mother’s Day ever. I was actually pregnant, but hey, we still celebrated! (I use any excuse for a party of sorts!). I remember sitting at Outback with the Whitworth family not really believing that soon I would be a mother. It seemed...
Back then it was mesh trucker hats, Teddy Ruxpin, knee-high striped baseball socks, rainbow bright sun jumpers, big hair, and L.A. Gear shoes. Now, it’s Gymboree clothing, ZuZu pets, silly bands, Hannah Montana, and Heely’s. Different and yet the same. For Mother’s day for Jane, Spencer’s mom, I thought I’d re-create a picture of Spencer...
I wanted to write some fancy schmancy post on some photography topic tonight, but my heart keeps being drawn to the topic of suffering…and since it’s been a while since I posted something uber spiritual on the blog, here goes nothing. I’ve been studying in my Bible how Jesus responded to people around him suffering...
It’s amazing to me that exactly one year ago yesterday we were celebrating Spencer and this year we are “remembering” him. Time has taken on this whole new meaning…this new force. In some ways that day one year ago seems like it was just yesterday and in some ways it seems ages ago. Life is...
Speaking of flowers, I wonder if the hyacinth’s I planted at Spencer’s Memorial Bench are blooming? I will be making a trip there tomorrow…not only to check on the flowers, but also because tomorrow will be Spencer’s 31st birthday. Or, it should have been. I will head to his bench to sit and remember… Amazingly...
