Oh my goodness, there is so much going on right now, and half of them aren’t things I can blog about. So… let me stick to what I can. Work is going well… but I’m sure you want wedding pictures, right? Becky made a beautiful bride. The wedding week was non-stop busy, and wonderful. Of course there were late nights trying to make the cake (I will share this story later on), lots of driving, a few gluten accidents, and lots of fun with family and friends.

These are just a few of the pictures, there were so many cameras and flashes going on, I don’t have them all yet.

A few weeks ago I blogged about my hair woes. Over the weekend I made a choice and got it cut. I sort of comprimised between short and curly, and long and limp… the result is something I sort of like. I was getting used to having long hair… this new cut is still on the longer side (for me, as I am used to it no longer than chin length), and I can french braid it, and pull it into a pony tail…

I haven’t decided if it’s cute or not… I think it’s the bangs giving me the most issues. The sytlist didn’t listen when I told her my hair isn’t naturally stick straight, and she cut them to short… so they sort of bounce and curl all on their own. Meh, my hair grows fast, they’ll be ok in a few weeks. I also decided to get rid of the gray… The first two pictures are my old, long, limp and gray hair… then me, and a picture post without Whiskey, who is getting huge, would be incomplete. I believe there are more of him in there, than me!

Thanksgiving 1987. Daddy, Rachel, and Becky.

Dear Daddy,

I freaked out the other day, because I’d been dreaming and you weren’t there. I woke up crying, it was heart breaking to realize somewhere inside, I truly understand your gone. Mom has re-married, and I guess my subconscious has finally caught on. Or so I thought.

You came out in full force last night though. And you were oh so alive, and typical. It was comforting, you were doing what you do so well… and I woke up this morning refreshed, and crying… this time for a good reason. Thanks for stopping by, I’ve really missed you.

Love,

Rachie

I hate clowns. Wait, I won’t lie… I don’t dislike clowns, not exactly… I’m more afraid of them. Not to afraid, I don’t go running from them… but they do creep me out. When I was in the 6th grade my drama teacher showed It to the class without parental permission. I got nightmares from E.T. so you can imagine just what It did to me. After a while my friend and I got up and left the classroom, we were both “cemetery kids” (aka, seminary brats… preachers in training children), and neither of us had ever been allowed to watch anything like that. We left the room already scared.

After riding the bus home we went to our respective apartments to find them empty, and despite the fact we weren’t allowed to go to each others places without permission… that day we didn’t get in trouble for sticking close together. Once our parents found out, well.. The drama teacher was in a load of trouble, and the new fear of sewer drains Jessica and I shared was never mentioned. We avoided those metal grates like they were the plaque… I have never really gotten over It, or E.T. for that matter…

So when I opened up my Mom’s myspace to see what I was for my 2nd Halloween… imagine my distress at finding little Rachel, 16 months old, in a clown costume my Mom made herself… I made a cute It, really… see?

My parents rarely got film developed. So when my Mom decided to take in a few rolls and see what they could find.. She found pictures from 24 years ago… pictures of her at her bridal showers, pictures of her growing belly.. Pictures of my Dad from when he looked healthy and young…

She put them up on her myspace for me, and some of them made me cry… she’s younger than I am now in these pictures… and god, from some angles it could be (several pounds lighter)… and from others, my sister exactly. At my age my Mom was on her second kid, and a Navy wife. Soon after Becky’s birth she stopped being a military mom, and become a preacher’s wife instead… I never thought about how hard that transition must have been for her… a Pastor’s work is never just his alone…

Did she know when she married my Dad what she was in for? Would she have still married him? I think so… and these pictures, they were my favorites… oh, the ones of the swans in the park, and birds in the trees made me tear up too, seeing them from my parents perspective, and themselves through each others eyes… it was sweet, and tear-jerking, so I thought I’d share..

And I tossed in some pictures from October of 1985 too, with a promise of my second Halloween to come tomorrow…

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