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Hung Out With These People Last Night

The long bus ride to Guelph was worth it last night.

Worth it to laugh with my siblings, parents and grandparents. Worth it to snuggle with the wee ones. Worth it to eat chocolate fondue by the spoonful. Worth it to celebrate my mother's 60th birthday.

"I can own up to 50," she told me earlier in the day, "But I don't feel 60."

I think that's fair. I like to think of her as 50ish as well. Am I the only one who finds it difficult to let my parents become the grandparents? Who sometimes feels a pang of fear that people my parents' age are retiring, slowing down, occasionally dying? I was thinking yesterday about this fear of aging, the inability to wrap my head around it and embrace it...but I'm getting to somber for this particular post.


Back to the point. Here are some photos that take us back to when my mom was hardly 40...and I was maybe 10.



My dad looks essentially the same today, although his glasses are slightly smaller.
The volume of my mother's dark curls is precisely why I can never have short hair...
Yes, my brother is wearing a Garfield tie.
I really loved that floral suit.
Totally coveted my sister's plaid jumper and waffle shirt.
There is nothing to be sad about the ADORABLENESS of my little brother.
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  1. Teagen10:20 PM

    Floral. Suit. Thank you. My middle school brown corduroy over-alls, glasses, and giant cowlick have NOTHING on that.

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  2. crouton412:13 PM

    Love this photo! The Fisher family as we once knew them (funky fashions and all). It is truly hard to believe your mom is 60, and even harder to believe that someone can change so little in that many years. Amazing, Dennis, and Happy 60th, Mary! :)

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