Old Pictures

Looking at old pictures is one of my favorite ways things to do. 

Granted I am young, my pictures can't be that old. I'm speaking relatively here folks.

These are two of my cousins, who grew up much faster than I did. 

In the past two years these small girls have turned into beautiful young ladies. Smart, creative, free spirited, beautiful young ladies, who I love with all my heart,

Happy (early) Birthday to you Maddie!

Hope, Sarah, Stephanie and I went to Fresno topless (meaning the car, of course!) in the Jeep just over a year ago. That year feels like it was an eternity. Makes you, or maybe just me, wonder what time is really except some way for us to be kept accountable to being "on time." Just another reason to be told we are inadequate because of the angle two hands make on a clock. Why are they called hands anyway? They in no way shape or form resemble hands. Technically a clock has a face too, which also makes no sense, but the least we could do is call it the mustache.

I usually end up a little more nostalgic that in intend when I take time to look at old pictures. I always remember the good times. I always remember the endless hours in the car with great music, the friends that made DNC tolerable. I remember how great life used to be. Sometimes I end up a little bummed. Thinking about such positive times in the past tense. It's really easy to think positively in the past tense.

I've just recently been able to step back, say "whoa! where's the perspective?" If all the positivity I feel is in the past, then one of a few things is going on. The way I see it, either life keeps getting progressively more lame, or I started out with a bang and forgot how to live it out.

Neither of those things is happening. I remember just what I was thinking when some of these pictures were taken. I remember the times I was still, between snapshots when life was just about the way it is now. Not everything was beautiful about every picture, but why in the wold would I stop to relive those moments?

 There are extraordinary moments all through life. There is no such thing as Golden Years. There is now. Life is what you make it. If I can keep moving forward and loving life for what it has given me, lemons or pre-made lemonade, life is beautiful. This is the moment we all live for. Now.