When Karen and I celebrated our 49th anniversary on November 29th 2012, we realized the next day was the first day of our 50th year of marriage. We impulsively announced we would have fifty celebrations during our golden anniversary year. Many times since then we’ve felt like we’re living under glittering golden anniversary pixie dust. Our most recent portrait felt magical.
We reserved seven days in July with the families of our children at a lodge in Suncadia Resort on Prospector golf course. Someone suggested a family portrait. Everybody enthusiastically agreed, including individual family portraits.
I was surprised Karen agreed to a portrait of us. I’ve been unable to convince her we should give our children a formal portrait, like ones she treasures of her parents. She’s always refused because they’re too expensive, we’re too young and our children would be embarrassed into displaying them. Pixie dust must have touched her.
Wenatchee photographer Steve Kaminoff reviewed online photographs of the lodge and suggested we scout for a suitable spot outdoors. We assumed everyone could be there the Saturday morning after everyone arrived on Friday.
We couldn’t do it.
Christoph, our youngest grandson, wasn’t there. His mother, Lynne, explained Christoph wanted to pitch in a baseball tournament and his coach and team wanted him to there. He would join us late Sunday afternoon.
“What about the portrait?” I said.
“Oh,” she said, “I forgot about the portrait.”
A portrait reschedule was useless because our son-in-law had to return to work Sunday afternoon. Kaminoff said we could leave a space for Christoph during the sitting and we could take digital photographs of him to insert in the final portraits.
Lynne’s our renowned family-forgetter, so we were only mildly miffed. And we wanted him to be where he wanted to be.
Saturday morning we inspected everyone’s outfits according to the photographers’ recommendations. Shirts shouldn’t be sleeveless for the women because their arms might appear too heavy. Colors shouldn’t be too bright or they’d draw attention away from others. At 9:00 am we were still chipper
But not ready.
Kaminoff couldn’t find a suitable spot with shade and background, so three of us climbed into a car to find a pile of boulders and open space next to the Prospector par-3, 12th green. The family didn’t seem to mind sneaking onto the course through field grass, bushes and fallen limbs.
We kept an eye on golfers teeing off while Kaminoff rearranged us on the boulders around several empty Christoph spaces. With all the delays I wondered if our pixie dust would last.
It did. The family talked and joked through innumerable poses on the boulder and on a mound with the fairway in the background.
Next, Karen and I began the family portraits, but Lynne said the other families needed to go first. We obeyed without suspicion.
After Kaminoff finished our portraits, the family surprised us.
They walked out from behind the boulders wearing royal blue t-shirts with a pair of lovebirds high in a tree white from winter snow. Underneath the tree were the words, ‘Jim and Karen Celebrating 50 years of marriage.’
That moment was sprinkled with golden anniversary pixie dust.
How could I believe our family-forgetter ‘forgot about the portrait?’ She came up with the t-shirt idea and let little sister rescue her to get it done.
We’re in the process of choosing our preferences from the photographs Kaminoff sent us. We’re excited about the final portraits with the proof Christoph was both with us and where he wanted to be.
We’ll look for slight differences of Christoph’s positioning, shading, etc. but we’ll love what we see. There’s bound to be pixie dust in the photo software.
Golden pixie dust seems to show up when we take the time to celebrate the whole golden anniversary year, not just the final day of the 50th year.