I like this photo because it brings me right back to that trip to Maine, 11 years ago. The trip that Sweetie planned from start to finish. Every detail taken care of. An inn with a huge jacuzzi. Bike trails and a place to rent bikes. Bookstores to explore.
I like this photo because just by looking at myself looking out at the water here, adjusting my cap, I also remember the sunset we shared and so many other details of that trip, like the fact that I was still eating fish then, and did, sitting across from my Sweetie, at an outdoor restaurant on a muggy August night.
I like this photo because it is a photo that Sweetie took. A rare occasion. I remember having just taken a picture of him. And he asking me for the camera. And there I am. Here I am. Smiling. Celebrating my 27th birthday that long weekend. And mourning the sudden death of my father only weeks before.
I like this photo because it reminds me of who I was before now. Of how Sweetie and I built what we now have. Of all that came before and how crucial it all is to what we are now. To who we are. Even the moments I have forgotten. Or thought I had forgotten.
I like this photo because my heart swells now just as it did then. A response to a moment shared. And, now, to a love continued, grown more mature and more complicated.
I like this photo because it captures me. Then. And, in a way, now.Dad, Jen Writes, relationship, three kids