Wordless Wednesday, part deux

Day 10 of WEGO’s Health Activist Writer’s Month Challenge tells me to post a favorite picture of myself. I don’t generally like pictures of myself because my eyes are huge and spaced far apart (which worked well for Jackie O but for regular people, not so much) and I always look a bit depraved in photos. However, in a rare showing of open-mindedness and willingness to play along, here ya go. In fact, I’m so open-minded and willing today (but only today, so get it while ya can), I’m posting not one but two pics of myself.

This one is my #1 son’s second birthday, in May 2001. We had a party at the neighborhood rec center and all went swimmingly until the mini fire truck we rented for the kids to ride in broke down and the dads who attended the party had to push the truck around the parking lot. Good times.

I chose this pic because at that time in my life, cancer was the farthest thing from my mind. I was much more focused on coordinating my and Trevor’s outfits to match the party theme. In a totally random aside, I found those toile pants I’m sporting in this photo when I cleaned out my closet last weekend, and they still fit. Barely. But I’m calling it a win.

Photo #2 was taken on my 36th birthday, before cancer so rudely interrupted my life. Again, I have the depraved look in my eye, and knowing myself the way I do, I can see an undercurrent of “hurry up and take the damn picture” and “Sweet baby Jesus I hate having my picture taken” but I love, love, love the proud look on Payton’s face as he wraps his arms around the two ladies in his life. My favorite girl has her usual impish look about her, and she was likely wise-cracking as Trevor took the picture.