Young love, young bodies.
Before pregnancy and childbirth and knee surgeries and varicose veins.
Before car wrecks and hernias and headaches and heart stents.
When there was...
...enough money...
...enough energy...
...enough time for all of our dreams to come true.
Man, how time flies!
But, you know...
Our love might not be young.
(Our bodies certainly aren't. They've gone through all of the above, and more.
And survived.)
We might not have enough money or energy or time for all we want.
But somehow we do have...
...enough money...
...enough energy...
...enough time for the things that are important to us.
As well as enough wisdom to take life one day at a time...
...and be grateful for that day.
The funny thing is, I still feel the same inside...just as young, just as old...the very same person I was in these photos when I was 24...
...way back in 1983.
Pretty scary, huh?
My friend and former co-worker, Jim, posted these photos on Facebook today. They are from a camping trip to Canyon Lake my fellow shift members and I (and our families) took back in 1983.
Tom and I were two months away from our 1st wedding anniversary.
I have many photos from this same year, several from this same trip, but I'm familiar with the "me" I am in those.
Seeing these, however, is like seeing a "me" I had forgotten all about, and stepping back into memories I'd tucked away, memories of dear friends and fun times.
Life goes on and sometimes you have to leave people and places behind, but seeing these photos reminds me that the ones who come close enough to leave an impression are never really gone...and if you're lucky, they wander back in a little ways down the road...
Thanks, Jim!