Saturday, May 9, 2009
Shannon is my son Brian's wife. She has been in my family since she was 16 years old. My then husband Jimmy and I had been to dinner, and were walking into the kitchen. As a pretty astute mother, I noticed a little dark haired girl sitting at the table with "something" about her. I immediately looked at Brian and could see a look in his face I had not seen before. It is immediately a gasp in your heart, if your heart could gasp. You leave the room, and you know. Part of your son's heart will no longer be yours. However, like mother's love with children, their heart just grows. There is always love to go around. My heart opened up for Shannon too, she became a child of mine. After graduation her parents moved, and she fit snugly into our family. She and Brian would stop by on weekends while in college to do their laundry, they ate with us, they vacationed with us. She opened up a world for me that I loved. She sang in the car, my sons were always so quiet. They joked, laughed, and had all sorts of fun. Hiking in the mountains of Telluride, CO, she would scurry down a cliff in two seconds flat. My heart would sink, and I would already be preparing in my mind how I explain how she hurled down the SanJuan Mountains with me only inches from her.
I started this post with the goal of showing a brief glimpse of the time around Max's birthday. Her father is a photojournalist who is world traveled. I love to read his blog. It was inspired my Shannon's photo blog of her world. His is named Father of Click, and I hope you can find it here.
In case you can not reach it. Shannon's blog is www.Shannon-click.blogspot.com. then click on her link to her father. It will be a nice visit. The photo above is probably
taken by Brian or her dad....