Photos are important, yes. But one day, they won't just be important. They'll be absolutely everything.
For the longest time, for all the while I've been living outside of my parents' home, I didn't have any photos hanging on the walls. I remember one time, I must have been about 25 or so, when my friend Kim paid me a visit.
Sometimes we're so focused on taking pictures of our family that we forget to take pictures of our home. I never knew how important this was until I had children of my own, and after searching, I found precious few photos of the home where I grew up. Something happens when we become a parent; we start to think about our own childhood in ways we never really did before having children.
If you live anywhere near Bergen County, New Jersey, then I have to ask: is today a beautiful day or what? I mean, it's like movie beautiful. It's beach beautiful. It's open the window and smell the fresh air beautiful. I'm not sure they make days more beautiful by this one.
Did you know that I send out a newsletter? It's TRUE! I really do.
Every so often, maybe a few times per month, I'll send out a newsletter. I call it "Love Notes." And I call it that because, quite honestly, I don't like to get junk in my inbox, and I don't want to put junk in your inbox, either.
I don't know about you, but a few years ago, I was taking fairly uninspiring pictures of my kids. I really, really, really wanted the photos to come out spectacularly, but, well, for one reason or another, they didn't.
By now, Mamas, I'm sure you've read all about the importance of staying in the picture. I was so inspired by Allison Tate's confession a few years ago that I made a point to start getting into photos more. Regardless of whether my hair was curly or frizzy, my weight was up or down, or my skin was clear or cluttered, I needed to make sure my presence was documented.
I have two children, and I can remember those first few hazy moments with each new baby. The overwhelming love. The soul-filling joy I felt from looking at their tiny little fingers and toes, their soft skin, and their sweet facial features. I remember thinking, "Wow. You're here, in front of me. You're really here."
I have two young children. As you can imagine, my house is almost always in a state of mess. I'm constantly picking up toys, vacuuming up crumbs, sorting and folding and putting away laundry, all the while trying to feed and clean and stimulate and teach my children to be kind and compassionate and strong humans...
Childhood happens fast. Babies are born, and it seems like the very next day we're sending them off to college. OK, that's a big exaggeration, but still. The days may be long, but the years really are short. And sooner than we realize, photos and fuzzy memories of...