Memories and mess

I found this photo tonight as I was going through my boxes of memories. Being in a creative mood sent me seeking inspiration, and somehow I ended up reading a million old letters, looking at special photos and holding and touching the objects that are pretty well sacred to me.

Doing this, always puts me in a bittersweet mood. It's the memories tied to so many things that I've had to say goodbye to that are a little saddening but at the same times at least double as special for it. Needless to say, this memorial journey though everything also makes a huge mess. A small price to pay.

I was over the moon to find this picture, as it is pretty much my favourite family shot from ever. I love the way that none of us were ready for it, and therefore there is no posing. No fake smiles. No chance that it would ever be put up on the walls and fridges of churches and families that we need support from...(ah the joys of growing up as a missionary kid).

Strangely enough, this captures perfectly all of us.

From the left we have Bec, Dad, Me, Laura, Mum and Em.

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