Tuesday, February 15, 2005

back in the day

Last night, in the spirit of Valentines Day, me and Q pulled out boxes of old pictures and laughed for hours. There’s not much sense in having so many photos hiding away in boxes, so we’re pulling out bunches of ‘em and making a collage to frame and hang proudly. Last night we went through about 5 years of pictures.......... our first 5 years together, and still have 7 more years of pictures to go. The first 5 years are in a different box, because after that Miss Sunshine (and a whole new era) was born. The years since then have been the best years of my life, but those first 5 years whooooowweeeeeee!........what a time that was.
There were pictures of us through every stage of our relationship. The day I proposed, the days we graduated from college, the day we got married, and the many, many days that we partied our butts off in celebration of life. We all looked so young back then. There are pictures of Skinny D, Tomgost, and the man formerly know as mothheart with skinny faces, ex-wives, goofy grins and long hair. I got to see Malcolm and Patty, Andie and Billy, beautiful tiny Katie, gclark and hundreds of people that I haven’t seen in years. I got to see pictures of Thackeriah, Skinny D and the Taylor girls long before they knew that would someday become an extended family. Of course we were all much younger, but even more striking was the looks in our eyes. They shined with the unburdened exuberance of youth. We were still at the beginning, and we were gathering the energy required to have kids and mortgages and careers. It was the part of life that defined who we were and what perspectives we would carry into the future.

To my former self: High 5 sucka!

2 Comments:

At 2:24 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

It seemed back then like we had plenty of cares (those ex-wives you mention for example), but if this me were suddenly to be replaced right now with that me, I think he'd probably float up to the ceiling.

Ah, those were those days.

--TMFKAM

 
At 12:55 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

saaaaaaay-I am all back up in your blog. Sorry for the big ole absence! If I had to assign blame for this lack of Q-I would have to point my dry, crackly finger at SNOT. Why, do you say is my finger dry and crackly? SNOT, that's why. Handwashing OCD sponsored by SNOT. So, La La La to the old me and you, and a big ROCK-ON fist in the air to us now, because the SNOT has only made us gnarly and strong, and the SNOT-buckets are even better than we used to conjure up in our eyes locked love heads. Man-oh-man! Hey, we should finish up that craft project, huh?

--Q

 

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