give yourself the gift of remembering

Stories are my absolute favorite. I have sat for hours by a campfire, wayyy past my grandma's bedtime, asking her all the questions about her childhood. I have sat cross legged on a couch, bottles deep in wine, asking my father about his dad. And I have sat hours at the dinner table listening to my aunts and uncles on how they grew up. I love to know where people come from, how they got there, and to understand how it has shaped them into the person they are now.

I get a little sad thinking about how I don’t have many pictures of my life growing up. We only had one wall in my house with photos. All were outdated but my favorite photos were of people I didn’t remember. I loved being able to ask questions and listen to the story of the photo. Like the one of my uncle catching a giant swordfish. The same swordfish that hung above my TV for years in my first apartment. Or the one photo of my parents' wedding 30 years ago, before my mom dyed her hair signature blonde and my dad rocked a mustache. 

it all comes down to my love of telling stories. And the best way i know how is through photos