As y’all know I am done with my photography business.
Sometimes it makes me sad, but then when I sit down just to unload the pictures on my camera; I remember why.
I remember that I got so caught up on taking pictures of others, that I didn’t have many of my own children.
This year, the girls took dance at a really fun company.
However, they scheduled the girls dance pictures for a Saturday.
It happened to be a Saturday that we were out of town.
I knew I wouldn’t buy the pictures anyways, when I can take them myself.
I was excited to make time to do a photo-shoot with my girls.
I normally would have just taken them on recital day when they were all dressed and ready.
Recital happened to be just 7 days after I had my neck surgery, and the recital was all I could manage.
I have hardly any pictures of the girls on recital day, and the ones of have were taken with my phone.
So… a couple of weekends ago, I got the girls dressed back up.
We curled hair.
We put make-up on.
All for some photos in those cute costumes.
It was a hot day, but they put up with me and let me snap away.
I put up with little miss making this dance face for all the pictures.
It is never easy to get your kids all dressed up.
Then listen to them ask, “are we done yet?”
It’s not easy to sweat it out in the heat, for a few great pictures.
Then, when you come home and unload them; you realize this is the reward.
I have never gone back and looked through photos, and wished I didn’t have them.
I have only smiled, and thought of the memory that went along with it.
Recently, a woman that I follow through social media lost her son. She is a big scrapbooker and photo taker.
She said, “Please take photos of your loves!!! Please print them, and save them. I will forever be thankful for these.” It was also written in one of the feeds, that she called photos the “time travelers.”
I believe this to be true. Photos help us travel back through time. We remember when we see the memory in print.
You all know how I feel about pictures, but I encourage you to take MORE.
Take them, and print them, and save them.
Sweat it out in the heat.
Make them curl their hair, and get dressed up.
Watch them in the little things, and capture the everyday moments.
Life is too short.
Capture your memories.
Allow yourself the beauty of “Time Travel.”
I know I will be grateful for these precious photos of my two little dancers.
P.S. I am so proud of Stella and Tessa. Both of the girls tried out and made a competitive dance team with their company this year. Way to go girls!!