I saw this week’s topic for the Weekly Photo Challenge, Together, and couldn’t get my mind off what “together” has meant to me throughout my life. Together has meant my family and all the unconditional love, support and care they have provided me for the last forty years of my life.
My parents and siblings have made me who I am today. They enriched me with a love and passion for travel and seeing the world. They have been there by my side each and every step of the way. The highs and the lows. The good and the bad. Although I’ve started a new family of my own, my “first” family has still remained a huge part of my life, and I am proud. My only hope is that I can instill this same love, connection and caring with my own family as I have with my parents and brother and sister.
Thus, for me there is no other series of photos that mean together than the ones I’ve posted below and before on a older post titled “Why I became the thirdeyemom“.
Picture of my dad and I on top of the world at the highest point along the Annapurna Trek in Nepal in November 2010.
Photo of my son and daughter on a recent trip to Northern Minnesota.
Weekly Photo Challenge – Together and A lifetime in Travel:
A slice of 1970s Americana: Family trip to the North Shore, Lake Superior circa 1975
My mother, sister and I in Acapulco, Mexico for Spring Break in March 1989 (check out the “big” 80s hair!):
Missing: Several years of photos of our family trips to France, Italy, Austria, Switzerland, Hungry, Germany, Cayman Islands, Mexico, Virgin Islands, Hawaii and more. (I have to seriously scan all these photos from my old, yellowing photo albums….Mom?!)
My Dad, Sister and I visiting my uncle in Japan during the summer of 1991
Photo of me when I was twenty-one living in Paris.
Me the summer of 1994 living in Marseille, France
Together again despite the distance (each one of us lives in a different State, even today).
My sister and I in Rocky Point, Mexico with our family in January 1995
Family ski trip to Les Deux Alps, France in March 1996.
My parents visiting me in Chicago in summer of 1996
My sister and I hiking in Tucson, Arizona in January 1996
Ski trip with my Dad and Brother to Salt Lake City, Utah in 1999
Photo of my sister and I in San Carlos, Mexico winter of 1999
Once I got married in the summer of 2000, my Dad and I began taking trips around the world together, something we’ve always wanted to do.
We went on our first trek together to Machu Picchu in Peru in November 2001.
Here is a picture of us in Ireland in 2002:
Our next trip together was to Australia after I was laid off from my job in January 2004 (unfortunately we have no photos together! My dad can be so stubborn):
In the Fall of 2004, I had my first child and stayed home for awhile. Yet a year later, on his first birthday my mom came to babysit him and off I went with my dad to South Africa (something I never thought I’d be able to do after surviving severe postpartum depression).
A trip together to South Africa in November 2005:
(A break was taken for the birth of my daughter in 2006—-wasn’t ready to leave a newborn!)
Here is a picture of my Dad and I on our trip to Argentina in 2007.
Here is a picture of my Dad and I on a trip to Iceland in 2008:
Here is a picture of my Dad and I on a trip again to Argentina, this time further south in 2009:
Here is a picture I took with my Dad to the Himalayas in Nepal in November 2010.
My Dad and I at the Great Wall of China, November 2010.
Christmas 2011: My mom and my children walking in Sabino Canyon, Arizona.
January 2012: The three musketeers! My sister Jen, me and my older brother Steve. I’m the middle one, can’t you tell!
February 2012: First father-daughter-daughter ski trip. Taos, New Mexico.
Looking over these photos remind me of why I am the way I am and how I’ve become me. The thirdeyemom. I hope I can instill the same feelings of together with my family over the years. They mean the world to me.