Last night, Lucy and I were sorting through old photographs that have been stored in a big bin in the basement for many years. Photographs dating back to the time when we actually took photographs with film and sent them away to be developed. I had a sneaking suspicion that a lot of them were pictures that would be on the receiving end of "delete" these days - blurry images, pictures half obscured by a thumb, and repeats of an image that was slightly better in the next frame, etc.. I was right in that assumption. Without too much heartbreak, I was able to toss out half of the collection easily.
Many of the photographs were from the early years of Finn and Lucy's childhood, including the pictures of their births (we didn't take many so they feel extra precious now). We both got teary-eyed over a picture of Lucy's first and most loved doll, Ashley, who became a member of our family for over a decade and who met a very upsetting end when a friend's father tossed her out after she was left behind following a sleepover. It still pains me to recall the terrible moment when we discovered poor Ash-a-day-day's fate.
We also had a lot of laughs of their naked, chubby baby pictures and reminiscing about various events and places that we had been, including a bunch of pictures from before they were born. As we packed up the "saves" Lucy said, "I never think about your life before we were born but you did have one. I always just assume that you went to college and then you had us."
Me: "Um..not quite. There were ten years in between."
Lucy (somewhat incredulous): "What did you do??"
Me: "Work, make art, you know, live my life."
Lucy: "Seems like you really dove into the whole parenting thing. Like, it really changed your life. I guess.....thanks."
I guess....you're welcome!
No comments:
Post a Comment