My family takes a lot of photos. Like, a LOT of them. Like, so much so that we started poking fun at ourselves by taking pictures of ourselves taking pictures.
But here’s the thing: I’m super great about the “say cheese!” part, but have majorly failed over the past decade in the “actually do something with them” part. Somewhere along the way I’ve let my photos stay in my computer. I couldn’t tell you the last time I put together an honest-to-goodness photo album. Oh wait, I could—2003, after a trip to Rome.
So yeah, almost ten years of not doing much. Pretty embarrassing for someone with a passion for photography.
Last month I got out an album to pull some photos for my post about Bentley. Henry and Eleanor commandeered the album and spent a good chunk of that day perusing it. They’ve browsed through it on and off ever since…it’s almost a month later and the album still hasn’t made its way back to its home in the den.
It made me realize that I need to document our family’s story in ways besides electronically. So I took advantage of a recent Shutterfly free print offer, and started with the first 100 photos of 2012. This afternoon I put them in an album that had been sitting empty for a handful of years. There’s still the previous five years of Henry and Eleanor’s life to deal with, but it’s a start.
I’m proud that I’ve kept up this blog for over four years now, that Henry and Eleanor will have it to read when they’re older. But being able to hold their history in their hands is pretty special, too. I’ve got to start doing a better job at this.