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Thursday, June 24, 2010

Time Well Spent

We don't own a piano, but I have always dreamed of having one simply to display dozens of photos across. Instead, we have this beautiful side board that does a pretty nice job.
I couldn't choose just one photo to write about, so I chose all 15. As I reminisced and went back in time, here is what I thought:

  • What a goofy grin on my face! I can't believe my husband not only took that photo just moments after I had completed my first (and only) half marathon, he had it blown up and framed so that I would always remember that pain... and pride.
  • My perfect wedding.
  • My husband and his parents - they are my family now too:
  • I have the best friends a girl could ever hope for:
  • I'm sad whenever I remember that this is the last photo that I ever got to take with my parents:
  • My dear, sweet sister, whom I sometimes feel a million miles away from, but always hold very close to my heart. Here we are after our first grueling day on the 3-Day Walk:
  • The joy and hopefulness in my eyes as I rest my hand on the new life in my belly:
  • My perfect baby just four weeks old:
  • My oldest and dearest friend in the world and all of our children together at last:
And then I actually did become inspired enough to write a poem:

They say a picture is worth a thousand words...

What if a thousand pictures were worth just one?
I'd say much easier said than done.

One word that fully encapsulates smiles, fun, tears and laughter,
Hopes, dreams and the happily ever afters?

Would it be: Happiness? Joy? Blessings? Love?
Ah, love, that's fitting. After all, isn't it the only word to speak of?

Photographs take us back and remind us of travel and distant places,
Moments with family and friends in possession of warm and familiar faces.

Our snap shots are displayed like treasures,
Out of love, in memory and for pleasure.

We capture, frame, post and share with everyone our two dimensional grins
But mostly, our photos are for our own selfish whims.

Whether they are in color, black-and-white or over exposed,
The images are not always of what is being proposed.

Were we just smiling for the sake of the lens,
Or were we truly satisfied with our lives and friends?

A sense of mystery can lie in each and every one,
"Why was I wearing this or that?", "Look at my hair!" and "I didn't know what was about to be done".

Protect your memories and your photographs as if they were gold,
Something that can never be traded, bought or sold.

And remember, L-O-V-E is what they represent
And just gazing at them is time well spent.

The best is yet to be.

I wrote this post for Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop - Prompt #2: Write a poem about a picture.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

What a lovely poem. Also good for you for the half marathon!! Who cares that you only did one, you DID one and that's pretty darn fantastic!

June 24, 2010 at 3:13 PM  
Blogger Michelle said...

That was very beautiful. Pictures are worth a thousand words aren't they? They bring back lovely memories, and sometimes leave us with an emptiness too. They are precious, frozen places in time. Peace. :)

June 24, 2010 at 3:54 PM  
Blogger WTH am I Doing? said...

I really like that poem! :)

June 24, 2010 at 4:25 PM  
Blogger Liz said...

That was so beautiful! I really enjoyed seeing all those photos. I feel like I "know" you a bit more now. My favorite was the pregnant you with the sunflowers. :)

June 24, 2010 at 5:48 PM  
Blogger Natalie said...

Oh, I also love photos and have them EVERYWHERE!!

Check out this can take any picture and have them put on large canvases. We are thinking of doing this above our couch. And it's not as expensive as you might think!

June 25, 2010 at 9:40 AM  
Blogger Sophie Eschenlohr said...

Tonya, I have I have so much to catch up on on your blog. I love ALL these photos. I love the one of the two of us with our kids and I cherish every memory of your visit over here. We miss you and Lucas so much. The girls talk about your visit ALL THE TIME!!!

I would love to have more photos in the house. I used to. But the girls keep messing around with the frames!!!! I'll get them out again and put them on the walls : )

The poem is BEAUTIFUL. You're very talented! Well I already knew that!

June 25, 2010 at 2:20 PM  
Blogger Leah said...

These are all awesome pictures! Everytime I see a picture of us at the 3 Day, I can't help but cringe/crack up! That shit was hard as hell but I can't ever remember laughing that much which also being in so much pain! Haha! I am so beyond happy that we did that together.
And what a sweet, sweet poem! Who knew we had a promising poet in the family?!

June 27, 2010 at 12:23 AM  

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