Good Evening God!
It’s funny how a photo will take us back in time. The year was 2004 and my husband Kit and I had gone to England for him to run the London Marathon. Afterward, we traveled to Land’s End with our son-in-law, Dave and his dad, Frank, both U.K. natives. I forget just why it was that Dave came to be visiting his folks in Liverpool.
Here, we were all at the Tate museum in St. Ives, and it was a grey, damp day. We’d done the galleries and were out in the garden when I looked through the window and snapped this photo.
In looking more closely, I see in the workroom mirror a reflection of my husband Kit, who was standing next to me.
So, as I sit here in Honolulu going through old photographs, my thoughts return to Land’s End. Remembering the walk along the top of the cliffs overlooking the ocean. Remembering meals shared with Dave and Frank. Remembering Kit’s distress in scraping our rental car’s right front fender. And remembering a spat he and I had over dinner that night. Easy to smile now — albeit ruefully.
I’m thankful, God, for this mini trip back in my memory. It makes me think I want to do more “remembering.” Sharing more of our past with Kit is something I look forward to.
I’d best get the photos ready so we can start remembering from a common point. Both Kit and I differ so — on what we notice and what we file. I often joke that we walk hand in hand through separate universes.
We all have our individual oblique views of the world, don’t we God.