Many years ago, on a Thursday, November 17, 1966, my firstborn came into our lives. And just a month later, he had his first Christmas (above). He wasn’t that impressed with it, but he had some great moments in front of the camera that first year.
Note: My start toward my bookish collections (below)
Second Christmas – 1967:
Twenty Years Later: (In those days, he preferred being BEHIND the camera….his photography love began at age eleven, with his first camera).
Before his European photography adventures began in the mid-nineties, he captured photos of our little family, using a timer: (This one was taken in 1991).
After he had been in Europe for a while, and after some shorter visits, he came back for a longer one in 2007…and (below), he is in our version of an Irish pub, standing next to one of his Ireland photos. (I have this same photo in my bedroom, which I call my Ireland Room).
After years in England, Ireland, The Czech Republic (Prague), Germany (Berlin), and now back in Prague…I think it’s safe to say that he’s an expatriate.
Last year, he and his lovely wife Gabi visited here….Gabi LOVED the big trees…
Celebrating my firstborn through our photos is symbolic of how we spend our time together, especially since we primarily visit him via Skype and Facebook…
How do you celebrate the birthdays of your offspring(s)?
This post is linked to West Metro Mommy Reads, for Saturday Snapshots.