Jamie sent me these yesterday.
They were snapped at her wedding reception, which took place at a lodge on a mountaintop in Oregon on the first day of June. Initially I looked at the pictures and thought “My head looks huge and shiny, probably cuz my shirt’s so tiny.” (Yeah, I think in rhymes, what up?) But someday, likely far sooner than I can even fathom now, I’ll look at them and think “Wow, I had hair! And teeth! And no gut! And oh my goodness that baby blue suit! God I loved that suit! I got it on that rainy day shopping adventure in London with Bevan and Chris! And there’s Jeremy and Saph! Goodness it’s been forever! I really should give them a call!”
I also appreciate how well the photos capture Bevan, like really capture him, even though they only show part of his face. When he and I are on a dance floor together, any dance floor, he gets this full-body smile and I can tell, even without seeing it, that he’s wearing it in those pictures, that smile he reserves just for me.
I guess what I’m trying to say is this:
“The best thing about a picture is that it never changes, even when the people in it do.”
— Andy Warhol
Also, I don’t have a butt. I’m saying that, too.