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Monday, October 5, 2009
bday by j
Since my camera was full of duds, thought i'd see what J caught on her new birthday camera. You click through beginning to end.
Friday, July 17, 2009
dear jake
well, what did I expect when I decided to go rummage through a box in the closet labeled "bulletin board". i guess in this day and age that derserves a bit of explaining. when i was growing up what you now know as facebook was a corkboard that you hung in your bedroom that your friends saw when they came over. and they and you added REAL stuff to it like flair, pressed flowers, birthday cards, and humorous little notes as the occassion called for. Over the years as I moved from house to dorm to dorm to house to house to duplex to house...you get it...the bulletin board box became more of a memory box/time capsule. its the stuff that when you go through to clean it out, you remember why you could never have thrown it away. in that way that is better than facebook it can hardly be justified in words. but here's an example of what i was blessed to remember tonight.
a few letters from my little sister, each one asking (hoping) that i will come visit her in the summer. -- ok that one causes a bit of guilt. but in a good way. in a call your sister she loves you and misses you way. do it.
some worsheets from a marriage weekend camp: the revelations!
*my favorite of answers from chris:
Q: How is your partner a better person because he/she knows you?
A: She uses her turn signal.
*my favorite answer from me:
Q:What do you bring to the marriage to make it a success?
A: structure?
handwritten expressions of shared memory of special events: recitals, courtship, marriage, birthdays where mom or friend or cousin sent an especially meaningful message, grandpa Jeep dying, my elementatry music students affirmation notes and drawings, various random postcards and letters from my cousins that make me remember and realize how special those realtionships are that we kept in touch like that, a book recommendation from Lauren (in the nineties) that I will now look into, an totally true-to-me birthday card that chris captioned himself and tried to make it look like that actual card text, and other just passing record of events that are no where else but my little box.
I expected to find affirmation from my bff and was not let down.
what i didn't expect was a letter from jake. i mean i knew i would find jake in there somewhere, a little note here and there, a birthday card, or somthing. but this letter, i swear the content of which my memory had told me...just the other day in fact i was recalling that...this was an actual conversation he and I had. and here it was in this letter. maybe we did both. but the point is the letter was THE LETTER. it was everything i need to hear from jake to remember what our friendship was. who he was. who i am. and to never never regret or forget. i don't remember reading that letter when it was written, although of course i did because it was opened. but its like he (or God, or both) knew that's what i needed then and exactly what i needed later on...now. crazy. true. amazing. and it put all the other notes i'd kept from him in that same perspective.
i love you, jake. thank you, God for him, for the whole of what everything in this box represents and continue to teach me to be so grateful everyday.
a few letters from my little sister, each one asking (hoping) that i will come visit her in the summer. -- ok that one causes a bit of guilt. but in a good way. in a call your sister she loves you and misses you way. do it.
some worsheets from a marriage weekend camp: the revelations!
*my favorite of answers from chris:
Q: How is your partner a better person because he/she knows you?
A: She uses her turn signal.
*my favorite answer from me:
Q:What do you bring to the marriage to make it a success?
A: structure?
handwritten expressions of shared memory of special events: recitals, courtship, marriage, birthdays where mom or friend or cousin sent an especially meaningful message, grandpa Jeep dying, my elementatry music students affirmation notes and drawings, various random postcards and letters from my cousins that make me remember and realize how special those realtionships are that we kept in touch like that, a book recommendation from Lauren (in the nineties) that I will now look into, an totally true-to-me birthday card that chris captioned himself and tried to make it look like that actual card text, and other just passing record of events that are no where else but my little box.
I expected to find affirmation from my bff and was not let down.
what i didn't expect was a letter from jake. i mean i knew i would find jake in there somewhere, a little note here and there, a birthday card, or somthing. but this letter, i swear the content of which my memory had told me...just the other day in fact i was recalling that...this was an actual conversation he and I had. and here it was in this letter. maybe we did both. but the point is the letter was THE LETTER. it was everything i need to hear from jake to remember what our friendship was. who he was. who i am. and to never never regret or forget. i don't remember reading that letter when it was written, although of course i did because it was opened. but its like he (or God, or both) knew that's what i needed then and exactly what i needed later on...now. crazy. true. amazing. and it put all the other notes i'd kept from him in that same perspective.
i love you, jake. thank you, God for him, for the whole of what everything in this box represents and continue to teach me to be so grateful everyday.
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