Perhaps my readers will be inspired to dust off their own photo albums and if not write a life-story blog post, maybe they will verbally share the memories that long-ago self elicits.
I wonder if my subconscious has any remnants of memory of these moments?
I am not longer a practicing Catholic (or religious person of any denomination), but I did inherit my grandmother's love of gardening.
The memories made during this time and the things I learned here formed much of the woman I am now.
In my third decade I become a wife for the second time. This union is the beginning of stability for me and my daughters. As restless as I am and as often as I resisted the stability, my logical self knew this to be good for me. Twenty-four years later (which happens to be tomorrow), I am still restless but acknowledge the good fortune I have in being loved and cared for by a devoted partner. The lessons I've learned from being a wife and mother have enriched me beyond all measure.
I celebrated my 45th birthday on Half Dome Mountain in Yosemite National Park. With me on that momenteous night of a full moon is my best friend since the age of nine, Nancy. For an entire summer I am surrounded once again by the beauty of nature unleashed. I am also at the beginning of a new career path, one that ends with me going back to school for a graduate degree and working professionally as an archaeologist and historian.
While I can see in this picture that my cute, young self is evolving into a mature woman's body, I understand deep down how vanity is replaced by the love of friends, family, and possibilities.
I am fifty-four years old now. I am the grandmother of 3, the proud mother of two, a devoted and loyal wife to one and friend to many. I have found my footing in life, yet continue to push the boundaries as I am not yet ready to stop learning and experiencing things.
My future has yet to unfold and I have yet to discover all that there is to this life. I am still searching.