For Husband’s birthday this year, I put together a book of photographs, covering our family life over the last 3 or 4 years.
I really enjoyed doing it. I went through hundreds of photos, that we never look at; I sorted them; I chose the best and most memorable; I did my best to create a representation of our life. I love the book I made, and I plan to make one every year.
I learned a few things, too. I have hundreds of pictures of my beautiful children. I have quite a few of my lovely husband. I have practically none of me.
This is partly because I take the photos. I love photography, digital photography – wow, so liberating! It is also because (don’t tell anybody) I avoid having my picture taken. The pictures I see just don’t match up with how I think I should look. I should look like a 25 year old party animal. What happened to her?
But going through our family snaps made me think about the fact that one day the kids will be going through them, looking for me. And at the moment I’m not there. They won’t care if I’m a bit saggy and baggy. They won’t miss that 25 year old. They never knew HER. They will want to see ME.
So this year I am going to aim for more pictures of me. For them.