September 18, 2018: Moving On
Day 11 | 30 Days of Writing Same spot at Lake Zorinsky. 18 years apart. In August of 2000, I loaded up my car and drove to Lake Zorinsky Park. Lugging the boys (then 7, 4, and 5 months old) we trekked about a quarter of a mile on the trail to a spot I had eyeballed earlier on my run. Note that in the year 2000, our idea of having a professional picture taken of the kids entailed a trip to the Target Photo Studio. We didn't hire a photography to meet in a field of sunflowers. That option wasn't available. At least, not to my knowledge. And there was no such thing as a newborn photo shot with snuggly babies in unbelievable sleeping poses with adorning parents. Our newborn picture was taken at the hospital with wrinkled baby in bassinet. We had one choice, would purchase and then cut out of a sheet and mail to our closest relatives and friends. Oh, and this was typically included with a handwritten birth announcement. Those were the days. Without knowing it, I was a...