Sometimes when I’m reading blogs and looking at pictures of amazing people doing amazing things, I find myself wondering how much of their fun outing they spent trying to capture it in photos. Were those photos really shot quickly and effortlessly? Or were they staged and took 20 tries to get right? The blogger obviously wants you to think the former, but I’m sure it’s some of both.
I love taking pictures. Always have. When we’re out and about I try to snap photos when the mood strikes me, and then later I’ll see what I’ve come up with. I rarely have a specific shot I’m trying to get, but I do sometimes find myself trying to get some “good shots.”
My family was in town earlier this month. All of them. Mom. Dad. Sister. Future brother-in-law. We had a lot of fun. And they were a lot of help (2 kids to 6 adults seems like a solid ratio, no? ). Willa was in heaven. They were so happy to meet Cameron.
There was family time. Double date night. Mom-daughter time. It was great! But I didn’t take many pictures. On one hand, that makes me sad. But on the other, it makes me realize I was enjoying life and just living it. And I have lots of memories to cherish. Even without pictures.