It is hard to believe that time goes by as quickly as it does.
One day the reality of what is, is now, what was.
My mother always told me, the older I get the faster time goes by, that time will escape you.
Time passes by effortlessly, leaving us with only a little bit of control, our ability to think "where did the time go?"
It allows us to reflect.
Amylee and I went out to Marshall Lake to shoot portraits, and her five-year-old daughter, Aven was there to keep us on track. Aven made it her responsibility to keep her mother's wardrobe, jewelry, and make-up dry, and out of the mud. Marshall Lake is more of a swamp than a lake. The pictures here show you that Aven kept a watchful eye on the colorful eyeshadows and lipstick.
I still have my mother's make-up. I never let go. I was just telling my boyfriend that I had a stash tucked away, deep in the depths of my U-Haul storage unit. These beauty products represent so much. The scent of the powder, the colors of the blush, and the dulled light bouncing off the swirled plastic compact containers I clicked open and closed to look in the mirror.
My mother kept her makeup in the drawers of a large, roll-top solid oak desk in her upstairs bedroom. This was her makeup desk, not her work desk. It was filled with everything from Aqua-Net hairspray bottles and spongy spiderweb-type curlers from the 60's, to her eyeshadow drenched q-tips that lined the bottom of most drawers.
These memories feel like yesterday. I can see it, I can smell it, I can taste it.
I remember those moments clearly. As clearly as Aven remembers her yesterday.
This was over 25 years ago.
Thank you, Aven.
Thank you for reminding me that the best gifts are never found in packages.