Thursday, August 20, 2015

Part 1 of Many

This is a hodge podge of photo memories from part of my summer.
Ice cream is always a good idea. Always.
When friends from childhood come over for a couple of hours. Ah, the memories...
Work. Lately it has been busy and stressful and sometimes, when I can't keep up with all of my tables, I just want to walk out and never serve another table again. But these people help get me through.
This is my brother Logan, he is pretty cool. And he is holding my favorite nephew. I do try not to be one of those annoying aunts who talk of nothing but what their nieces and nephews, but it is difficult.
My grandparents and I spent a day fishing together. It was awesome. And after a while I even quit gagging over putting worms on the hook. My Grandpa is a great fisherman.

My church had a game night and invited some local officers to join us. I was honored to present one of them with a gift basket.
This is my family. And our best try a nice picture.
And this picture because I like it and I remember the happiness of that evening.

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

I Am Alive

(Yes, this is my nephew. I adore him.)
I know, it has been months since my last update. But life, it has this thing where it gets in the way of stuff like blogging. Or maybe, just maybe, I am a procrastinator. That is a distinct possibility.
So much has happened and there are so many pictures I should share. Speaking of which, I have been trying to get photos of things. Happenings. Laughter. Because even just one picture can make you remember a whole episode in your life.

This has been one of the hardest and also one of the best summers of my life. New friends were made and old friends became better friends. People I cared about faded into bittersweet memories, but other people went from black and white to color for me. People were married (seriously, what is with everyone getting hitched suddenly?!) And babies were born. People moved away, people got new jobs. There was laughter, there were plenty of tears.
Through it all, God was there. He is always there. Which makes it alright in the end. It is way easier to say that than to actually believe. But, it is something I have to hold onto.
And now, with that rather long and slightly depressing group of words, I will end this post.