Frozen Dream, by Shel Silverstein:
I’ll take the dream I had last night
And put it in my freezer,
So someday long and far away
When I’m an old grey geezer,
I’ll take it out and thaw it out,
This lovely dream I’ve frozen,
And boil it up and sit me down
And dip my old cold toes in.
We all have them, our old dreams and favorite memories. We do exactly what the poem says, we snuggle the dreams we cherish the most in the far recesses of our mind and summon them when we need them most. When the world goes dark, and it’s hard to remember what days with sunlight felt like.
These are my moments, the ones that make me smile no matter how hard the rain or how dismal the day.
Kristin at her Baby Shower. I'll love this image forever because in most of the other photos I took that day, Kristin was looking at me like, "Really, Mal?" I got a lot of cheesey smiles. But this shows her greeting a coworker's daughter, and the smile is so genuine and motherly that when I saw the image after the fact, it was the first time I looked at my very pregnant best friend and saw her first and foremost as a mother. She'll likely be having Jonas, her baby, within the week.
Blue Skies. This is what the sky looks like on the lake from the deck of my father's boat. Fishing with my father has easily supplied me with the happiest set of Hometown Memories I'll take with me into full-fledged adulthood. All you hear is the lapping of the waves against the boat and the zip of the fishing line with each cast. Sedatives don't even provide that kind of peace and relaxation.
Dad, Reelin' one In. This is easily my favorite photograph of all time, from the gradient lighting to the arc of the fishing pole. It's my dad like I'll always think of him.
The Captain. This really was one of the best mornings for fishing, ever.
Corduroy and I. This was back during Sophomore year. (Before the epic heartbreak and the tequila.) Cord was Sammy's new puppy (and I'm not posting photos of her, because she had already washed her fact when I got there that evening, and real friends never post photos of friends without makeup.) He was so sweet, and his breath smelled like Baby Puppy, and he wiggled when he walked. We just chatted and laughed and snuggled the puppy. Life was so much simpler then.
The Grimmace. This was taken by an ex, on Christmas Eve, and this was my reacting to the house being roughly 10 Degrees Farenheit.
Beth Martin Langford. At the time she was the National Vice President of Kappa Delta, she has since stepped up into the role of President. Because she's that amazing. Being in the same room as her was like being infused with energy by standing next to lightning. Productive, witty, inspiring lightning. She also introduced me (halfway) to Maura Hayes, who is easily the Kappa Delta that I most admire. (Steph Scalzo and Amster are my KD sisters standing with us.)
Graduation Night. Yes, I am wasted. So is James. Arune is not. As always, when my parents are involved, I blame them for letting me drink four glasses of champagne, and then for letting James and I take that shot of Patron the strange man at the bar bought us. It was such a happy day. Then we spent the next day moving, hungover. Not a good look.
My Parents. My father and I have the same drunk face. Thanks, Murph.
More to come. Those are all the happy moments of mine that you can have for now.