I hate pictures of myself.
I really, truly, do.
Much more comfortable behind the camera, I’m the one that takes the kids’ school pictures every year, carries my camera to all the “functions” and “festivities”, and makes sure I have plenty of memories of everyone there.
Although, there is an exception to that rule.
Most of the older pictures of me growing up, I have no problem with, because I see it as “someone else that looks a lot like my kids”. And so, today, I’m going to show you some of my pictures from the time before the moon. (i.e. 2 million B.C.)
This is the picture that my friend, Mark, thinks looks like Tabitha from Bewitched.
Maybe this next picture would work better…
First grade, and wouldn’t open my mouth to smile, because I was missing too many teeth in front.
Yep. I was blonde for a few years. I blame it on my mother. She was a platinum blonde most of her young life. But I grew out of it eventually.
But not in time for 4th grade.
This was the first year I got to wear glasses. I was so happy.
I was so young and stupid.
I grew out of that, too.
Skipping right over the awkward pre-teen and horrible-hair years….
And going straight to graduation!
By the time I’d graduated, my hair was brown, and half-way down my back. That was pretty much the last time I enjoyed having my picture taken. And see? Finally got all my teeth.
Now? Whenever someone snaps a picture of me, and gods above and below forbid, post it to facebook? I quickly “untag” myself. blech. But I suppose, there’s one I can post here, to just show you that I am not blonde, nor even brunette anymore…
This year has been full of ups and downs for me and my family. But one of the major ups for me has been my weddings. I just had another wedding that I officiated at yesterday, and it was lovely. I wanted to share some pictures with you.
This is the altar area of the church. Everything in this church is made of wood, and you will not find one nail showing. The broom laid at the threshold was moved down during the ceremony so that the happy couple could “jump the broom” at the end, signifying the beginning of their new life, and their new household.
After the ceremony, the happy couple stepped outside for pictures, and I was able to capture a candid moment, just the two of them, smiling into one another’s faces.
I wish I’d been able to get more pictures, but alas, as the minister performing the ceremony, that precludes picture-taking.
(Whipping out your Blackberry during the service is considered a little tactless, I guess)
The day was perfect, with sunshine and 80 degree temps, which for North Dakota in October is almost unheard of. It must have been fate.
After the couple and the guests departed from the church, and I was standing alone in the altar area, finishing up the paperwork, I had to catch this on film.
The light that shone in from the front door was stunning, and turned the whole inside of the church into honey-colored light. Motes of dust filtered like gold dust down from the ceiling, and the smell of the sun-warmed wood was heavenly.
I am honored that they chose me to perform their ceremony. It always makes me feel blessed to be able to give something back to my community. And this is a special honor, being able to help a couple start a new life together.
And yes, the couple are pagan, but they chose a mixture of non-denominational ceremony, with just a couple of pagan traditions (handfasting and jumping the broom) thrown in.
P.S. Later the same evening, I received a message that a friend of a friend needed someone to perform a wedding ceremony on Halloween. They ran into difficulties finding anyone willing to do the ceremony on that day (?) and my friend told them to ask me. I’m talking to them on Wednesday evening, and we’ll see!
If I end up doing this one, that’ll be 3 – in the first year that I’ve told people I’m willing to do them! Word has really travelled fast!
Pictures of Pete’s last evening with us, and the first day of freedom!
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