Photo Album: The 10 Year Reunion

Ya'll are aware that I take pictures in great quantities, right? You obviously know that I'm not ashamed to take a month worth of pictures of my feet and post them on my blog. And although my photography skills are even worse than the lousiest of photographers I view 30 pictures in 30 days as some sort of creative outlet. You know that my camera is always with me. And that I take pictures of my kids when they are laughing/crying/jumping/sleeping/playing/eating/or doing anything else remotely interesting that children do. And one picture isn't sufficient. ABSOLUTELY NOT! I take oodles of pictures. Of everything.

Well everything except my 10 year class reunion.

Actually I did take pictures. Just not decent pictures.  Because some of them are blurry:

And a few of them look like this:

But most of them look like this:

Or this:

Or this:

Oh well. There's always the twenty year.

{I'm raising my right arm as I type, just trust me.} I solemnly swear to take more {decent} pictures at the twenty year reunion.

Because by the twenty year I'll be all sorts of mature and grown up {probably}.  I mean. . . how could I not be? By then Spencer and I will have been married for seventeen years. Brynlee will be fourteen. Jace, almost twelve. I'll be {ahem} thirty-eight and Spencer will be {almost} forty-two {good crap!}. I'll have been out of high school for twenty years and it will have been thirty-two years since I first attended kindergarten. Nineteen years since I first meet Spence and fifteen years since I first experienced pregnancy. Seventeen years since Spencer and I bought our first little house and twenty-six years since I joined my first volleyball team. And twenty-eight years since I met most of these people:

Now that, my friends, will be something to photograph.

**Erin, I'm especially sad that I didn't get a single picture of us.

At the twenty year, it's you and me.

Just sayin.