The thing about taking over 600 photographs on your camera, and another 100 on your phone over the course of 11 days, is that inevitably, some will never see the light of day. Even when they deserve to be.
When the light is just right, and the beauty of nature is undeniable, and you think, ooh, I should Instagram this. But you don’t. Because after taking this picture, you turn around and see your boys running in the sun. So you watch, and laugh, and enjoy the warmth of the sunshine.
When everything is just right, because your children are where they’re supposed to be. And your love is all there. In that moment. And it’s just just as it should be. So you snap away, think you should email this to their grandparents, and they call you over to join them on the swings.
You’re sitting down for breakfast, the children want to eat french fries, you say no, and the little one protests. The oldest starts yelling for french fries (oh dear god what the heck with the french fries), you haven’t had coffee yet, and you want to just hunker down in a corner. Then you take a deep breath and remind yourself of where you are, why you’re there, and how lucky you are. And this. You take the picture, then just enjoy being on vacation and eat french fries for breakfast.
You’ve been out the whole day, you’re tired and it feels like you’ve been in the car for 50 hours. You want dinner. Dinner! Then your husband says, one more stop, and grrrr. You turn around to check on the boys, and you see a moment of spontaneous affection. So instead of posting this to Facebook after you take the picture, you melt into a puddle on the floor of the car.
Sometimes, we get so caught up in the capturing and sharing of the moment, we forget to live in it. So as I sat in this restaurant for some alone time, I snapped this, and opened a book. Living in the moment.
*All photos were taken with my phone.
When was the last time you lived in the moment?