Another challenge. I looked hard to find a photo of me in a red dress dancing at Carolyn's wedding. The freedom of a red dress that drapes and flows on the dance floor when the music strikes the right chord is a moment when I am exactly who I am.
Lacking that image, here's a more sedate, albeit happy me enjoying the shared celebration of a Thanksgiving meal with my Dad. I try my best to do well by him, to honor him with love and respect. He'll always be my one and only Dad. This, is also "me".
|Dad and Me/Thanksgiving Dinner 2010|