This weekend was my sisters’ one year wedding anniversary. So crazy that its been a year. Its really flown by. Well, the first year anniversary tradition is paper, so she gave her husband a book. It was a photo book of the past year. She’d been on the phone with her ol’ sis about which company was good, what prices were reasonable, etc. She made it and it really is spectacular. Of course when she saw the finished product in hand she wanted to add 20 more pages. I’ve done a few photo books before and I completely understand where she’s coming from.
Well Sunday she gives it to him. He liked it. A lot. He might or might not have teared up as he flipped through the pages of memories that she’d caught the edge of with her camera. I think because our family moved around so much we learned to pack light and bring only the most important things with us. I don’t have a lot of furniture or nicknacks, mostly just a few things that have been passed down from my parents or grandparents. A set of mini Japanese vases from my mother, a grandfather clock (from my father’s grandfather), a Princess Diana doll... But I have pictures. Boy oh boy do I have pictures.
Theres something magical about them. Pictures freeze time. Nowadays time is rarely a servant and more often a master. But not with pictures. You can see my mom on a camel with the pyramids of Giza behind her. (One of these days I’ll recreate that shot). Dad when he was my age, me and my bald head till I was two. Or my sister with her Junior Ms. West Texas Crown…
So I’d encourage you to stop and smell the roses. And maybe even take a picture of them. You never know who will cherish them as much as you do…
Well Sunday she gives it to him. He liked it. A lot. He might or might not have teared up as he flipped through the pages of memories that she’d caught the edge of with her camera. I think because our family moved around so much we learned to pack light and bring only the most important things with us. I don’t have a lot of furniture or nicknacks, mostly just a few things that have been passed down from my parents or grandparents. A set of mini Japanese vases from my mother, a grandfather clock (from my father’s grandfather), a Princess Diana doll... But I have pictures. Boy oh boy do I have pictures.
Theres something magical about them. Pictures freeze time. Nowadays time is rarely a servant and more often a master. But not with pictures. You can see my mom on a camel with the pyramids of Giza behind her. (One of these days I’ll recreate that shot). Dad when he was my age, me and my bald head till I was two. Or my sister with her Junior Ms. West Texas Crown…
So I’d encourage you to stop and smell the roses. And maybe even take a picture of them. You never know who will cherish them as much as you do…
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