Today is our 27th anniversary. Wow. Wow. We met 30 years ago. Believe it or not, it's one of those "fell in love at first sight" stories. I was at work, and this handsome guy walks in and looks around the room, and stopped in his tracks. Then he smiles and walks over to me and tells me "I'm going to marry you one day". I just smiled back at him. He asked me out, and I said no. He asked me a few more times, telling me I'd say yes one day and that he'd keep asking me until I did. I can remember what he wore on our first date...that soft brown corduroy pullover jacket with the big pouch pocket in front. It always smelled of his wonderful cologne. And when we'd walk at night on the beach, he'd wrap it around me when I got chilly. After I got home and went to sleep with my hands under my cheek, I could smell his cologne and fall asleep with a smile on my face. We got married three years later. That same year we had a little sister to join my son.
This is the only photograph we have left like this. And sadly, when the big storm came through, I didn't know I should remove everything hanging on my walls. I never had before. But this time, my photographs were damaged when we lost part of our roof and water leaked inside our walls. I didn't know until a few months later when we starting tearing out the old sheetrock and putting in new. I'd bought all these frames at yard sales and thrift stores before the storm, with the plan to paint them all black and put them on one wall. You can imagine how sick I felt when I discovered the photos stuck to the glass in almost every one of them. One day I'll try to carefully remove it, it's really stuck on the bottom right corner. And I'll try my hand at a photo editing program to see what I can do with it. I made the dress I'm wearing, and the shirt HossFly is wearing.
By the way, tell me what it looks like in the photograph, on that bottom right hand corner. Here's another copy of it, the one I tried to copy with it in the frame. After I took the glass and photo out, it doesn't look like this photo so much. We looked at it with the naked eye, and both saw the same thing. Then I showed it to my daughter who saw it,too.
I should've posted this photo this morning, so you'd know more about the whole series of poses. This is my son at age 4. He died when he was 27. My son died in August of 2004, and Hurricane Katrina hit in August of 2005. And that's how I got the water damage to the photos.