I'm patiently waiting to hear from our wedding photgrapher. I cannot wait to see our pictures! Some friends and family have posted several on Facebook. They are fantastic. There were a few family members there that I don't particularly get to see very often... like years and years in between visits. My dad and his brother Earl hadn't seen their brother Bob in about 10 years or more and they were all there together at the wedding. I had a photographer take a picture of the three of them. I think that is probably one of the most valuable pictures that was taken during the entire event.
Pictures are important, to me at least. They are important for the ones that have yet to be born. They illustrate the stories that family-members might tell. My great-great-grandchildren probably won't get to meet my parents, but at least they'll have a picture. A picture will help make them real. I love to see pictures of my great, great, greats. Even though I never met them, I love them. And even if its very minutely, they are a part of me.
Families are peculiar things. Like mine, we're pretty spread out across the US (including my mom's and my dad's side). No matter how far away we might live from eachother we're all still connected. We all have something in common.
Well I've gone on long enough. Just what's on my mind at the moment.
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