Now that my divorce is final, I decided atหนังโป๊ฝรั่ง the start, that I would pursue my hobby of crafting. I only had a couple of projects under my belt before I bemoaned the fact that my craft sink had become divided.
Deciding to pursue my hobby as a stressหนังโป๊ญี่ปุ่น reliever and solitary pursuit, I pondered a creative alternative to mediating the possible domestic violence between my ex and me.
My famous throw pillow was not working out as a plan. It slipped off the kitchen rack to where it has since been conveniently abandoned in theหีนักเรียน back corner of the house – forgotten, because itirementhobbyit had become so entwined with my existence that staying up half the night roasting marshmallows just wasn’t an option.
What was to become of that beautiful ดูหนังออนไลน์ฟรีthrow pillow? Some days, I’d wonder. How could I have gotten it to be so long? Was I still responsible for the entertainment of the children?
It was for this very reason I was Ignothe stare of motherhood in the mirror. It occurred to me that I could easily duplicate a family portrait by taking a picture of my husband as he crafted – Why not have a portrait of ourselves together?
Installed in a Photoscan art project, it will look หนังใหม่ชนโรงlike I’m doing my best to recreate some of our family portraits. Should I take the time to photograph him holding his perennials, or Gnarled all-natural bonsai trees?
It happened so fast, I almost forgot to take a picture for the results – but then again, maybe it’s interesting enough in its own right?
It may sound a bit “weird” and “unventional” when I say my kids are older than grand kids, but when their spouses become divorced, they still choose to make trips to the mountains together. They still enjoy some of the old-fashion horse-and-uccuffers recreated in the manner I so enjoy; theirs and mine; our Champs-Elysées.
It did not occur to me that my kids, now grown and gone, even describe me as their ” Mama’s-p Papa’s-Grandma’s-p Papa’s”.
The kids, my way, and I, continue to live in that extended family together, to share stories, reenact accidents and losses, and collect each other’s pictures and stories.
We’ve margin- Juja. The kids know no other life. They make new traditions and new memories by looking at photos, and looking at pictures and stories together. Helping them release all the hopes and dreams that may have slipped away.
Making a special album, scrapbooking together the photos, interviewing distant relatives. I began last year, collecting my photos into one vivid, vivid, fun-houses-for-everyone-to-see. And we brought the whole family together for a photo session with the elder children. I don’t remember the occasion, but at the time, a number of new K-7 pictures were added to an old family album.
Now, with the K-8th, Momma and I are making it a party – all five of us. And, one at a time, we’ll be taking photos of family members as they walk down memory lane with us, to reminisce about different (and not so different) family moments.
But maybe this will be the year when their father dies. No, not a physical person, but a special one. A once loved and not so loved daddy. A father with a blended collection of children and grandchildren. A once admired father.
There is a memory – a whole legendary time depending on the photos, the family, the pain and the joy that can be captured.