Earlier this week, I met up with a friend just to chat about life. We said hello, ordered coffee and for the next hour and a half, compared our life history, each going back a few years, doing that thing where you cock your head to the side and scrunch your forehead in concentration to remember. The conversation was decorated by a lot of gasps, jaw drops at VERY interesting details, nodding along in complete understanding and exclamations of, "yes! me too!"
I know we're not supposed to live in the past, but I love a person who genuinely wants to know where I've come from. Because our history gives context. It exposes areas of relatability, and it helps you feel more understood. Plus, it opens up areas of experience and wisdom that may help others out.
Today, I'm feeling reminiscent. I dug back through old Facebook photos (I'm too old to have my WHOLE life history there, thank goodness).
Here are a few things about me you may not know, supported by horrible photography.
When we met, Philip had a Honda motorcycle he was obsessed with. In this photo, he's taking my little sister out for a ride at her high school graduation party. About two weeks later, he would propose to me and by the time we got married that september (yes, we planned our wedding in 10 weeks), he would have sold the motorcycle to pay for our honeymoon in Jamaica. I know.
Thank you for taking a trip down memory lane with me. You've won me over with your interest ;) I'd love to know what some of your best memories or most interesting, little-known facts about you are. Leave me a comment - or better yet, a link - so I can return the favor.