My daughter brought the wedding video over for me to watch Thursday evening. To be quite honest, although I was looking forward to seeing it, I was alittle disappointed knowing I would not be in it much. See, this video was made by her dad - the man I left in 1988. But I was wrong about it all.
After I finished watching it I realized that I was able to really enjoy it without being self-conscious about seeing myself. It made it more like being there as an observer. I mean I wasn't completely left out, but let's say I did not get a lot of screen time. I thought about that later and realized that if someone in my camp had made the video, I'd be all over the place. I'm glad I was not. Now I can watch the video and just enjoy it. I don't know why I thought I would miss myself. I mean really, I'm always here.