Nostalgia - it's delicate, but potent. In Greek, "nostalgia" literally means "the pain from an old wound." It's a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn't a spaceship, it's a time machine. It goes backwards, and forwards... it takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It's not called the wheel, it's called the carousel. It let's us travel the way a child travels - around and around, and back home again, to a place where we know we are loved.
- Don Draper, "Mad Men"
A wise man once said, "You will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory." One of my favourite activities was, is and always will be leafing through family albums. As a child, it was very exciting to see what my parents looked like as babies. I found it funny that my mom makes the same cranky face whens she's peeved with me as she did when she was told she couldn't push her baby brother around in his stroller...
...I, also, find it funny that I've always had RBF. As an adult, people always ask me if something's wrong or if I'm upset. And I'm always like, "That's just my face." This photo is proof of that.
Half of my childhood photos have me with a furrowed brow and the corner of my mouth scrunched up. I was likely deep in thought about how I hate wearing stockings and having my hair pinned. It was hard to practice my high-kicks when I was expected to look presentable in front of family.
Side note: my great-aunts butt in the background has always been a source of laughter about this photo.
Uncle Slava was one of my favourite people, growing up. He was the only one patient enough to put up with how slowly I ate. Here he is teaching me how to take bigger bites so I could eat faster.
We used to watch a lot of Bruce Lee movies together. He knew I wanted to be Bruce Lee when I grew up so, one day, he made me watch The Way of the Dragon. There was a scene where Bruce Lee ate 5 bowls of soup really quickly and Slava convinced me that was the source of his skills as a fighter. I haven't eaten slowly since then.
As a kid people described me as wise, introspective and creative with a hint of mischief. I loved making up stories about my life and trying to convince people that they were true. For a while, I told people I was a boy named Arthur. This photo was taken during my "Arthur phase".
My grandmother pleaded with me to wear a dress while we visit her friend for lunch. When we got to her friends house, I was promptly found crawling all over the floor, playing with the trucks the lady's grandson left behind.
This fireball, right here, is my baby brother Edward. I have yet to meet a funnier kid. This is a photo that never fails to crack people up. If the cupid pose and blue diaper isn't enough to get you chuckling - check out the black socks...
...Edward came along when I was about 15 years old. Because of our huge age gap, our relationship teeters between that of siblings and one a parent would have with their child. He really and truly prepared me for becoming a mom when I was 20.
My daughter, Juliette, was born in 2005. Naturally, I am crazy about her! As a mother, I see the photos that capture who she is. She's a sweet and gentle soul...
...she has an impeccable wit, an unabashed confidence and a need to protect those who could benefit from her help.
My husband Ben and I met at the gym while I was working as a Personal Trainer. All the girls loved Ben! We'd all "conveniently" happen to be at front desk when he came in every day at lunch. I was the only one brave enough to ask him out for drinks...and I was cool as a cucumber about it. In spite of what Ben would tell you, I totally did not stutter while asking him out. ;)