Photos in the pocket
Yesterday I felt something hard in my jacket pocket. I reached in and found a bunch of old photos. When I mean old I mean 20 years old. How they got in my jacket I have no idea. I've worn that jacket several times since it started getting cold, and the jacket is only about a year old. But there they were, photos of Marie and I in our 20s. What a surprise; not as profitable as finding $20, but every bit as special. I stopped whatever I was doing and drifted back in time. Captured in those photos was our lost youth. Our daughter looks like she's about 6 months old. All the attention is on her. She's smiling and looking right at the camera. My sister is holding her, she looks like a teenager. Last month, we took a bunch of pictures of us holding her child. The rest of the pictures are even older. I think I'm still in college in these. Our hair is long. You can definitely see the love in our eyes. There is something magical about old photos. Especially the ones that capture us in action as if we don't know that that there's a camera around. They remind us of how much we change and how many things we've done in our lives.