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Pre and Post

Last weekend Chris and I traveled to Arizona to attend my cousin's wedding! It was gorgeous weather and we had a lot of fun catching up with family that we only see...well, at weddings really.

Bit in the midst of Maundy Thursday, out-of-towners dinner, Easter and the wedding we took a moment to capture a tree house family photo, similar to the circa 1990 one on the right:

My grandma sent me the one on the right last year when I was collecting photos for my parents' 30th wedding anniversary, and I fell in love with it. We all look so gosh darn cute, my pouty face and all.

As I thought more about these pictures something jumped out at me...and it's not even something you can see in the photos. These moments in time represent so many "pre" and "posts"...dad pre-mustache-shave and post, mom pre-yoga-addict and post, Heather pre-walking-capability and post. But for me, I see a little girl (with ehemmm pouty face) pre-Diabetes and post. 

In the pre picture, she is probably cranky that Grandma made her stop playing and strike a pose. In the post picture, her body was worn out from a monster high blood sugar that she just couldn't shake. In the pre picture the little girl was self confident enough to kiss strange little boys in the airport, in the post picture her self confidence is hindered by needle scars. She has no idea in the pre picture that in the post she will be an expert at counting carbs and carry around bionic pancreases of sorts. That little girl is bugged by her annoying sister, but in the post she prays everyday that Diabetes doesn't take root in her sister's life.

In 25 years we have come a long way. Mom and dad have changed their lifestyle for the better, Heather is a sixth-grade math teacher, and I am an Aerospace Engineer. We have moved past pouty faces and pacifiers, now we face mortgages and motivation. Our lives have been woven with new fabric from new states and new relationships, but I'm thankful for these tree house junctions, sometimes physical and sometimes virtual, that remind us of our "roots" and inspire us to find peace and joy in the present moment. 

I can't wait to see what our next 25-year tree house photo will look like. 

Maybe it will be post-Diabetes-cure.

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