This NYE photo is from sometime in the '90's. Can't recall exactly which one, but I do know that neither Michelle or I were married yet. Cheers!!!
This past Saturday, the hubby and I went to watch VOENA's "Voices of the Season." VOENA stands for Voices of Eve N' Angels. And as we sat listening to the young choir sing , it did feel at times as if we were listening to the voices of angels themselves. Among the many familiar and favorite songs that were performed, I was pleased to discover a song I'd never heard before and immediately fell in love with, mainly because it evoked the true meaning of the season. It is called the Wexford Carol, a traditional Irish song. Unfortunately, I was unable to find VOENA's version, sung by a young girl named Atea Stefani. But below is a version sung by the Celtic Woman.
The holidays have come to be a time of reminiscing for me. Life seems to have sped up with marriage and the arrival of my son. And though I still enjoy the holidays, they seem to pass by in a blur. These photos remind me of how fast time flies--the last photo is from fifteen years ago!!
So I was digging through some old photos and found these. I can't help thinking that apart from Andre's fuller lips (which he had the fortune to inherit from his father), he and I look pretty alike. He's less than a year old in this photo, whereas I have no idea what age I am in mine. Interesting...
This year, Andre got to have his very own Christmas tree. It's in his bedroom and is decidedly very kid-centric as you can tell by the bright, colorful ornaments. He loves his new tree and looks forward to bedtime when he can fall asleep to the twinkle of its rainbow lights.
We had our portraits taken by a young, upcoming photographer from our church. You'll be seeing a few more of the photos in the Christmas cards we send out...soon.
Flashback to seventeen years ago--I was once a young freshman nervously yet excitedly about to begin my college career in a brand new town, far from home and everything I ever knew. When I first stepped foot onto campus, I knew that some things were about to change, though I had no way to anticipate just how much or in what way. That college campus was the University of Southern California. Unfortunately, I was only able to attend there for one year, but I was fortunate that it was my freshman year, the best year of my entire college career!!
This past weekend, I was able to visit the hallowed grounds of my former campus and relive some of the glory of my freshman escapades.
On our way to Los Angeles, we stopped by Glendale to visit the Americana at Brand since we remembered how festive it was during the holidays.
