Another thing is that I take pictures of random things. After I do I always end up thinking, "Why in the world did I just do that?" Then, months and years later, I'll look at the picture and it will remind me of a time, place, or thing that otherwise (prior to the advent of the digital age) would not have been deemed worthy of photographing and would have, as a result, been forgotten forever.
No longer, friends.
Because now, I will forever remember the following things:
The time I took a photo of my three month old and two and a half year old side by side to record their identical 16" waists
The time I let Ben and Abby have a sleepover in her bed, only to find her mostly assaulting him mid-REM cycle
The time Abby tried to bypass the ladder and attempted to climb a 4x4 to get to the top of the playground
The time Abby got herself stuck in my bed, suspended mid-air
The time I opened the trash can to find that my six year old son had taken it upon himself to hoist our rusted, old metal wagon into it all by his-very-own-determined-hoss-self
The time I couldn't get to my camera fast enough to record the most unusual sleeping position by my seven month old, Sarah
The time Ben played on the computer wearing a suit
They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but they never mention that the worth of a single photo is priceless.
Even a random one.
Happiest of Fridays to you all.