I've recently realized I have almost no photos of my life growing up. I'm sure a few photos must have been taken … but where are they now?
It's as if I didn't exist until I reached my twenties. And then, of course, once I hit 24 I became camera shy.
My son's girlfriend invited him to her high school's Winter Formal last weekend. They had a great time. I was honored to be selected as their photographer for the event. (And yes, I did rouse myself out of my sick bed to perform photographer duties.)
Have I mentioned I love photography?
I don't share photos of my kids here, but I think the following photos all protect my son's privacy. (You know, so he can post all the ones showing his face on Facebook instead of me posting them on Twenty Four At Heart.) If you were following me on Twitter last weekend, you may have already seen some of these.
The wrist corsage, and my son's boutineer, were made by the same florist so they matched perfectly. Very pretty!
At least I know my son will have these to look back on.