Monday, July 9, 2012

Dear Photograph

Inspired by Taylor Jones' book Dear Photograph, my husband and I revisited a place from our past.  Holding hands, we strolled along the paths of George Washington's birthplace on Popes Creek Plantation in Wakefield, Virginia. We shared sweet memories of our wedding day thirty-one years ago. 

Happy Anniversary, Photograph.  



  1. This made me cry. And you know I don't cry easily. It's so beautiful . . . and made me wish we'd been married in the summer, with my relatives, like you did. I don't have any wedding pictures, because we didn't have a wedding, and probably that justice of the peace isn't there any more. If only I'd known "Dear Photograph" would be coming along 30-some years later, and that my parents and house would be long gone, I would have planned better!

    Your wedding was sweet and lovely. And you two are still the cutest couple in Fredericksburg.

    1. We were married at 7pm on that July evening, and the temperature was 107 degrees! We all had a lovely glow in the pictures. It's funny, but I don't remember being hot, just happy and excited. Our wedding was small and low stress and perfect for us. I would have been fine with a justice of the peace, too. Somehow the little girl fantasy of the bride with the white dress and veil was never mine. I don't like being the center of attention, but fortunately, my husband treats me as though I were.


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