Pictures and albums

I’ve been in a cleaning out/organizing mode lately. I donated one big garbage bag of shoes and 2 big bags of clothes and jackets. I also decided this was as good a time as any to organize our pictures into albums. Three trips to Michael’s craft store and three photo albums later I think I’m done. That is if I would stop finding packets of photos in every closet or storage space I decide to clear out.

It’s funny when I’m putting the photos in albums many were pictures I’d been avoiding for years. Pictures of Thomas as a baby, then toddler, etc… Those photos were a painful reminder of a time when Thomas was “normal” although looking back he was never typical; his delays just didn’t catch up to him just yet. This time was different for me though. Looking back at those photos I remembered what a great time we had when it was just the three of us. How happy and hopeful we were. Thomas was an absolute beautiful baby if I do say so myself. He was always smiling with those big green eyes he inherited from his dad. I enjoyed my trip down memory lane and was surprised at how transported I felt back to that time in my life.

My next group of photos were a camping trip Tommy and I took with friends about 2 months before we were married. I remember that trip like it was yesterday.  We had a great time with great friends that we are still close with today. In fact one couple from that trip are now married with a son and we all went on vacation together this past summer. Good times.

Then I found a ton of pictures from our honeymoon in Hawaii. We were adorable and so young. We were 25 when we got married and this year marks our 20th anniversary. A week before we were married we found out I was pregnant to Thomas. We told no one but my sister and Tommys oldest brother. I didn’t want people looking at me funny and judging every move during the reception. And I was horrified that my older relatives would possibly think we “had” to get married. Tommy scolded me saying, “Menay! We’ve been planning this wedding for 2 years no one will think that!” As it was a couple of years later my great aunt did ask me if I was pregnant when I got married. I didn’t lie and told her yes. She just noddedjas if I confirmed what she was thinking.

I loved looking at the Hawaii pictures I loved remembering what it was like to be that young and in love. I remember feeling so serious about being married. I loved that Tommy was now my husband; I loved referring to him as my husband. It was so new and fresh. I enjoyed tripping down memory lane as I looked at the photos from that trip. I remember Tommy and I laying on the warm perfect beach saying we should start planning at that time for a return trip to Hawaii. Our ten year anniversary seemed so far away never mind our 20th. We vowed to return one day. That day hasn’t arrived yet but that’s okay. I can wait.


I was thinking about this blog this morning while running some errands.  Today is my youngest daughter Samantha’s 7th birthday.  I was thinking of all those times in our lives that we wish we could stop time and just enjoy those  “moments”.   You know the ones I’m talking about.

One that comes to mind for me are when my fiancé (now my husband, Tommy) and I were camping with friends for the weekend.  Tommy and I took a walk and ended up in this large empty field.  The stars were all out and the night was gorgeous.  We lay down on the grass on our backs and just stared up at the sky holding hands. I remember wishing I could stop time.

Another moment was when Thomas was a newborn, actually 2 distinct moments. The first time I was in my room with just Thomas, Tommy and I. I held Thomas all swaddled in the hospital blanket with his head held in my hand. I remember his lips were pursed and I kissed those little lips. The other moment was probably about 2 weeks later. Thomas wouldn’t sleep in the cradle so I had him in the car seat on the floor with me on the couch next to him. He woke up to nurse and after I fed him I put him on my shoulder to burp. Thomas lifted his head and turned his face towards me. I stared at that little face and could feel his breath on my neck and I fervently wished I could stop time right then and there.

When I was thinking about Samantha’s birthday today I was thinking about my labor with her. Believe it or not I wanted to stall time then. I had a fast labor with her once things really got going and I didn’t want to miss anything, I knew she was my last. I didn’t have an epidural or pain meds so I wasn’t worried about being out of it, I just wanted time to slow down.

On of my favorite pictures of Alyssa and I were taken in one of those photo booths where you get like 4 black and white shots. When I look at that strip of photos and I feel like right then I did slow down time for those moments with her I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s the strip of photos one picture right after another.

When I was pregnant with Samantha, Daniella was 4 years old. She was a fun 4. I have many memories of her making me laugh since she was the type of child who spoke her mind for better or for worse ;). I drank a lot of water with lemon when pregnant and Daniella asked me very loud in Macy’s one day “Is the baby in your belly floating in all the lemon water you drink?” I burst out laughing!

I love the “moments”. Some bring you to tears and others have you giggling like a little kid.