Some of the best photos I have are those taken when I was engrossed in something else and the camera caught the real me… unfolding, sharing, giving, caring. No waving to the camera, no smiles … just me. Or Us.
This photo was taken two years ago. I am the one with the blue shirt on talking to my older sister (Happy Birthday to you today!) The photo was taken by my brother who found the perfect moment to get us when we were at our best.
Those are the kinds of photos throughout the years that I treasure most. What I love about them is I go right back to that place in time and can remember the who, what, where and why (most of the time). Photos help me record my life, events, people and seasons. They help me reflect on where I am now… in relation to the photo in my hand.
My sister (the one in the photo above) has albums for all of us. All those photos I sent to her when my kids were growing up have been cataloged and kept. The cards, thank you notes and best wishes are in there too. The albums are records of my life. Like the photo being snapped from afar, these photo albums are collections good memories and bad, achievements, celebrations and milestones — many long forgotten.
Happy Birthday Sue!