Thirty years ago today, a gyspy girl fell in love with a doctor, at a Halloween party that I hosted in my garage.
The photo above is of Steve Lent, Brent Chase and I at the party.
It brought a smile to my face when I dug up these old photographs from the archives. I love the belly laugh of Gary Gray in this one. My cousin Cami is Paul Bunyan and Karen Hicks is the clown.
These two are the happiest and funniest people I know, even 30 years later. I think Gary had a good time at my party.
Irene, Carrie and Laura performing their talent show dance to "Private Eyes" for the crowd. I'm proud to say that these three lovely ladies are a huge part of my life today, even more than 30 years ago. I am so grateful for their friendship.
I love that this polaroid photo lasted thirty years even though it's a bit blurry. This isn't all of the crew that came that night. I know I have a few of Cory in some, but they weren't with these particular photos.
Brings back lots and lots of good memories. The cool part is that I have photos of the day Cory and I officially started "liking" each other.
When I glanced at the preview window of my camera after I took this shot of Keaton, I thought this particular photo would be going into the "delete" pile. It looked really, really blurry. I was pleasantly surprised to find out that it was my favorite shot of the day. Because I initially thought it was a horrible shot, I didn't take another one like it.
As I look at this photo, I am visually reminded how mature he is getting. He looks like a "mini man" with Cory's shirt on. His hands are growing and becoming more capable and strong. He's even starting to get man hair on his legs.
Listening to this song reminds me how "the days are long, but the years are short". Mindy Gledhill is one of my favorite artists. I've heard her perform in person and she's truly inspirational. Here's the video for Hourglass. I want to dedicate this song to my sweet boy, Keaton, who turns 9 years old today.
Little boy, when you speak I can’t help but kiss your cheeks I love the way you grab my hands And tell me all about your plans
Rocket high, comets fly You and I could take a ride And fly away to Neverland And give our best to Peter Pan
When you reach for the stars Don’t forget who you are And please don’t turn around and grow up way too fast See the sand in my grasp From the first to the last Every grain becomes a memory of the past Oh, life’s an hourglass Life’s an hourglass
Stories read, prayer is said Close your eyes sleepyhead While angels linger in your dreams And hold you in their feathered wings Just like you, I was small Not that long ago at all I wish you all the happiness That God gives freely if you ask