Musing on tubing…and everyone in the picture.
Now that I’m old — all have is my photographs.
I wanted to spend my birthday tubing with my children, family and friends. Wanted us all to have a picture together.
This was my birthday last year.
See all together. Smiling. A wonderful memory of day. Me, Special K, Stacy and her daughter. Perfect.
This year, we got to Helen. Not sure how many of us started but know we qualified for the 10 persons or more discount.
When we put our tubes in the cold water I called, “Everyone wait at the end for the picture…”
We finished…
Karson was first.
Second nephew, Kendall.
- HK
- Sister and her friend.
They were completely oblivious to camera but at least they are in same frame.
Me and my Joe.
Sometimes you have to give up on expectations that everyone will be in the picture.
I love my independence. Yet it irritates me when my children’s independence infringes on my expectations of a lovely memory.
At least they came. I asked my oldest to come as his birthday gift to me. (Notice he was not in any of the pictures.)
The older we get and the more people we invite into our life, the less control we have over how and who accompanies us on the journey.
Why is it so hard to let go of a hand?
I guess things only get messy — when we let go of a hand, but still hold on with a heart?
Maybe if I tape all the pictures side-by-side overlapping hands.
Any tips for getting together for those pictures?
I would say that’s a pretty great birthday present and trip!
It really was wonderful Liz. Nothing ever goes as planned — but still can be perfect. Make sense?