When I was little, taking pictures was a big deal. You had to have the camera on hand, equipped with batteries and film. Plus, film was expensive. So you didn’t take 500 pics looking for the perfect shot. You took one, maybe two, and hoped you got what you wanted.
And after all that, you still had to remember to get the film developed. Which rarely ever happened.
Now, of course, most of us have pretty sweet cameras right in our pockets. We can pull it out at a moment’s notice, snap a pic (or 50), edit it, and send it out to the world at large. All within minutes.
Take a moment to appreciate how huge that is. Because it is. Huge. Mind boggling, really.
I love having the ability to document my life like that. I love being able to capture my happy moments—big, small or teeny tiny.
I can snap a pic when the sight of Tori's hand prints makes me smile on an otherwise grey day.
I can celebrate the first tree bud sighting with everyone I know.
I can catch her striking a pose...
...and catch her at sweetly sleepy moments.
I can document the feel of my warm fuzzy buddies piled up beside me...
...and show the world how gentle a giant a 150-pound newfoundland can be.
Some might say I take too many pictures. But I don’t plan to put that magic little phone down any time soon. These are the memories I want to treasure. The itty bitty joys that put a bounce in my step and a smile in my heart—even when The Man’s getting me down.
I wouldn’t trade them for anything.
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