Monday, March 30, 2009
Nancy Jeanette Winters Morris & Alecia Katherine Morris
Originally, this photo was a pocket picture my father carried on his person when he did his night water-jumps as a Green Beret for the U.S. Army. Russ suggested I touch it up, but I was hesitant. Hesitant because part of the charm of the photo is the antiquity that's occurred over time, and part of it's history is how it became so worn.
As I started healing the photo I thought about how young my mother looks. Isn't she darling? It's the summer of 1968, she's twenty years old, and my father is stationed at Fort Bragg, North Carolina. She had a fondness for dying her hair and I believe she once told me that at this particular time it was blue-black. It's amazing to me how feelings change as I look at pictures over time. When I was a little girl it meant something very different to me than it does now. It has always been one of my favorites. No family is perfect. I have definitely had my times of frustration, but as I healed this picture I found a part of my heart healing along with it.
I'm thankful for the gospel. I have a testimony of eternal families, love, and forgiveness. While I've made no secret of the fact that I do not enjoy getting older, I am grateful for the maturity age brings with it and the ability to look beyond the human errors we are all guilty of, at one time or another, and realize that in the end all that really matters is that we love unconditionally. To do anything less holds the heart captive.