But after last night's snow fall (Yes, on March 9) ...
I woke up to this:
What a difference 24 hours makes.
The forecast is now for 57 straight days of rain, so Spring should arrive right on schedule sometime in June. By then, my skin will have lost all pigment and I'll look like death.
Our office in the States is preparing to celebrate their 40th anniversary, and wondered if we had any photos of our (the Canadian) office's opening in 1983 that they could include in their timeline project.
It took abit of searching but we found some photo albums in storage in the cage in our parking garage.
I had them scanned then emailed them to the creative dept in Colorado. THEN I LOOKED AT THEM:
I KNOW TWO OF THESE PEOPLE!(Above)
Jenny, on the far left.
And Dorothy, in black, with red shoes.
Family friends since FOREVER.
And the gal, 2nd from right, (below) looks mighty familiar.
Such a strange moment; holding the past in your hands like that.
Looking at the folks who were there in the beginning, (which was just a corner of office space in Word Record's Warehouse) and feeling like you've picked up that baton from people you know, and are carrying it forward for another generation.
THIS IS WHY I LOVE PHOTOS.
And why I feel the need to document everything.
History. It's important, man.
Thank you, Mary P, for your voice mail message this week.
OH. MY. GOODNESS.
The first part of your message had me in tears. Thank you for your kind words.
And the second part had me laughing. Out loud. Pffffft. Sure, pray for a husband for me... let's see how God answers that one. :)
Three things I'm thankful for:
1. Daylight savings starts this weekend.
2. Drew fixed my Netflix issue. Yay. I can watch again.
3. The sound of rain on the roof and windows in my bedroom; best lullaby to fall asleep to.