i could say that i promised myself that i would never forget all the moments watching my kids grow so i document everything with my camera.
and then i could say that although i promised myself i would never forget, i did. now i look back at all those photos and wonder...did she really look like that?...how could i forget how his lip curled like that?...was he really that small?...what was i thinking putting that outfit on her?
i wouldn't be totally wrong if i said those things. but i really don't think my love affair with the camera began then. if i were to be honest, it began with my love for my own father. my memories of growing up usually involve traveling all over europe and seeing my father carrying a big, brown leather camera bag. inside was a black and silver camera encased in black leather that, to my adolescent eyes, seemed larger than life. usually he carried it around his neck with a red and blue embroidered strap that became worn over time. and he took rolls and rolls and rolls of pictures. the pictures were not all technically perfectly exposed--not even close. but they were, as one friend calls it "emotionally perfect." when i look at those photos now, i am instantaneously taken back to what happened before and after the shutter clicked. the memories come and are usually followed by a smile, a sigh or a laugh. and i always think of my father...the camera...the red and blue strap...the love and faithfulness with which he documented our life.
i am also wife to the bestest husband in the world (i know, yours is the bestest also) and mommy to four amazing yet very loud children. my family keeps me busy but my faith in Jesus keeps me...well, it just keeps me. his faithfulness to me is beyond what i can imagine or deserve.
so, it is my hope to capture the moments in your life that you will treasure the most...the quiet moments...the laughing moments...the moments of new beginnings...the moments of change...and the moments that you promise yourself you will never forget.
