As you know, I am always taking photos, mainly of my kids and things in life I find beautiful or interesting.
I often forget to make sure that I’m in the photograph and definitely find it difficult to get photos of Dave and I together.
A few weeks ago we went out for drinks with friends, sadly it was a night in memory of a close friend who died just before Christmas. Lots of our friends from over the years were there so I took many photos. We got home and I realised that there had not been any photos taken of me on that night and while not being vain, I thought it would be a shame in years to come when reminiscing about that night, looking back at photos and wondering why there wasn’t a single one of me.
So, I made a drunken man, at three in the morning have a “selfie” with me! The angle is not the most flattering, but I love it.
Me and you, happy, content, after a lovely night with friends, knowing how lucky we are to have each other.
Then, last weekend while taking part in Team Honk escapades, we also helped to push a friend’s car out of the mud. As the car was freed, I fell to my knees, getting very muddy. I was weak laughing at the situation, then turned to Dave and saw that he had been splattered with mud by the spinning tyres of the car.
Of course, I had to ask my sister to snap us looking so glamorous!
Me and you. Me in a tutu and wings with muddy knees, you mud splattered from helping a friend. Happy, healthy and so grateful for all the laughs we have together in everyday life.