Friday, December 24, 2010

I Get By...

With a little help from my friends.  One of the things I love about the holidays is that I get to see old friends. There is a strange comfort  in being with people who I knew when I was young. Many of us are not the same person we were in middle and high school. However, spending time with someone I grew up with and went through all those awkward and transitional times, leaves a sentimental bond that when reunited, it makes me giddy like a lovesick teenager.

I brought my camera to take photos of my girlfriends... But between nursing & rocking our babies (7 boys & 1 girl between us all), chasing toddlers and just enjoying girl talk, I did not get ONE photo of us together. I thought in the moment it was better to put the camera away and just enjoy the short time with my girls.

I always get teary leaving Dansville. There are so  many memories there. From the house I grew up in, or the football field where I would drool over my high school crush or the Girl Scout house where I would have my weekly meetings in 2nd grade. It sometimes feels like a dream. I am not sure it really happened. That is why when I see my childhood friends, they remind me. They remind me of sleepovers and Barbies, heartache and laughter, silly secrets and lazy summer days. They remind me of that girl I once was. The same girl who cries each year when I have to say goodbye to them.

Tonight as my kids fall asleep with visions of sugar plums (or Star Wars guys) dancing in their heads, I am thankful for my sister, my girlfriends, and the memories of our childhood.

Love & Light,

Stacy



My good friend Holly's daughter, Joslyn.


My good friend Tracy's youngest son, Griffin.


I can't stop photographing this dog.


My niece Jordan, playing outside.


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  1. This brings tears to my eyes!!! Perfectly said!!

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