I’ve always loved documenting life. I suppose it’s my mother’s fault. She loved each one of us six kids, and one proof of it was her dedication at compiling scrapbooks of each year of our lives. I literally have a scrapbook for every year of my life from newborn to high school graduate. And while in college, she sent me scrapbooking materials so I could continue documenting my life. Never got around to it … sorry, Mom.
I may not have kept up with the scrapbook paper and glue sticks, but the day I graduated my parents gave me a gift — a simple point-and-shoot digital camera. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was my first personal camera, and I loved it. In the years that followed, I found a lot of moments worth documenting (and many I look back on and wish I hadn’t).
I’m so glad I have pictures with my freshman roommates—some are still my best friends. I have pictures of my first date with my now-husband. At the time, I had no idea there was even going to be a second date.
When I was young, I never understood why Mom was always yelling at us to smile for just one more picture, but now, as I pour over the memories contained in those scrapbooks, I get it. When it comes to remembering an important event or a moment in time, there is just no substitute for photos. (I mean, I could describe my horrible perm post-swim season, but isn't the photo below so much better?)