The other night we were visiting with Dom’s sister, Evy, and she pulled out some photos her husband took of her about eight years ago on a whale watch. The interesting thing is that I’m in the background of those pictures, leaning against the railing, eight years younger, much skinnier applying chapstick and completely unaware of the camera.
That whale watch was an outing of the young adult group at our parish. It was my first weekend in Massachusetts and my first introduction to the group. Little did I guess that I was spending the day with my future in-laws.
Dom wasn’t on the whale watch but later that evening he joined the group at a local beach where we all sang songs under the stars. I don’t remember seeing him there and he doesn’t remember seeing me; but it was our first meeting nonetheless. The introduction I do remember was after mass one Sunday. I recall that quite clearly, though again had no inkling at the time I was meeting my future husband. It would be four years before I had an inkling.
Anyway, it was a fun surprise to look at those pictures of a younger Evy and a younger me enjoying a day in the sun, and to wonder what the me then might have thought if she could have a similar glimpse of today: a Sunday afternoon nursing my baby while my toddler runs around with Evy’s four kids. I think she’d have liked what she saw.