I don't have any first day of school pictures to share today, but it should come as no surprise that I take a lot of pictures of my kids. Sometimes I quickly share them on various social media platforms, but mostly they sadly end up in folders on my computer. I sort through them every once in a while and reminisce on months and years gone by when my babies were still babies, momentarily escaping the fact that they're becoming less baby every day.
For one more year they will spend their days with me. We'll take trips to parks and museums, meet friends for picnics, and have mid-morning dance parties in our pajamas. These days are sweet and they pass by faster than I care to admit. I'll continue to photograph our adventures, but I have intent to share them more. Not because anyone (other than grandmothers) may be particularly interested in seeing all the small moments of our lives, but because those small moments turn into days and weeks and months and years and they shape these little souls. Someday my babies will be big and I want to remember all the small moments that got them there.
That's the beauty of photography. It gives us visual representation of a mind full of memories. The photographs aren't of more importance than the actual doing, just a gift to help remember what's been done. So, I hope you'll oblige me as I begin a series of posts of pictures past. Nestled among peeks of current client sessions, I'll be sharing some of my favorite personal photos from the past few years (yes, years).
And to those who sent kids off to school today, I'm shedding a tear along side you just thinking about the future. In the spirit of school pictures, here's a little throwback to two years ago when these two went to "school" for the first time.