Sandoogans' Log

I realized not too long ago that Sami is now the age I was when I met some of my closest friends. I have a few friends that I met when I was way younger, but I'm not sure I'd call them friends. We don't text or call, we keep in touch thanks to social media. Not complaining, I'm grateful to still be able to see what they're up to through these forums, but I don't think we'd be considered friends. If that makes sense. I have vivid memories of the few friends that I met at her age. One of them I met at my abuelita's house. I remember going outside to play with him and the rest of the guys. As it has been most of my life, I was the only girl. I didn't mind. I always felt a little too rough around the edges to play with girls my age. It most definitely paid off in adulthood because somehow I always felt ahead of the game when it came to guy bullshit. I remember my abuelita wouldn't let me go outside to play because she said I'd fall and scrap...

If I only I could put into words what I feel each time I see this picture. I often love to just sit there and stare and stare wondering what kind of day that must have been. Was it a last minute shoot? Had they planned for this day? Were they wearing their Sunday best? As I'm typing these questions I just realized what a moron I am. I could ask my dad! After all he's the one in the picture. This is one of the few pictures of my dad as a kid. Let alone of him with my grandma. I love how my grandma looks so happy. She looks beautiful. My dad looks innocent, awkward and handsome with his little suspenders. I so miss my grandma and her crazy ways. She use to love to party and have herself a drink, or two. I guess the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree, ay?