From Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale

People disappear when they die. Their voices, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living mempry of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continut to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.

--Diane Setterfield



Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Happy Anniversary

Our First anniversary I thought it would be cool to dress up in my wedding dress and take a picture. I imagined doing that every year. The next few years saw us on vacations for our anniversary and I didn't pack my wedding dress, but I have had a few photo shoots with my dress unrelated to our anniversary and I could almost play it off like there is one for each year... so here are the wedding dress pictures and after that are the real anniversary pictures.



Five years of "oh, sorry did I hit your tooth AGAIN!?"



Five years and five homes



Five years of our own little family (now complete with kiddo)



Five years of giggles everyday



Five years of distracted...

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