I still don't know where I'm going. But what i do know is that I am loving the journey. I love meeting new families and preserving the memories: that sweet engagement, that new born baby, the innocence of childhood... my goal is to preserve the memory of life's most precious moments.
I believe that life is a journey. We are all hiking to our destination in life. Although the destination is the most important part, where we go on the way makes a huge impact on what that destination is going to be like when we get there.
How will you remember the way your precious and innocent baby was when he is a wild teenager? In 30 years when you've lost that connection with your husband and you just can't communicate, what can you go back to that will remind you of the love and fire you used to feel for him? To remind you that if you had it once, you can have it again. What about your youngest child's graduation? You have an empty nest now... wouldn't it be nice to flip through the photo album and reminisce about the different stages of life your family has gone through? I know I do!
When my twin nephews, Dalton and Braden, were about 2 years old (just starting to walk and talk), they had a fascination with tractors. There's a window on each side of my parents' front door. Each boy would stand at each side of the door looking out the window watching papaw on the tractor saying "tractor, tractor!" the best way a little baby can. Now they are 9 years old and almost as tall as I am. I look at them and wonder how on earth life has gone by so fast, how these little guys could be so big when not so long ago they were so little? I look at their pictures from when they were that age and how much they have changed over the years. How quickly the years go by!
That is why I love photography.
Until I came across a photo of those chubby little babies, I had forgotten how cute and innocent they were. Now they're cute and ornery little boys who know more about math than I do! I try to take a picture of something everyday. Whether its the dinner I cooked, my husband, a sunset or my dog. I desperately want to preserve the memory of this beautiful thing called life. When I'm 90 years old in my rocking chair, waiting to go home to see my Savior, I want to look through an album and see every stage of life; every small child, every beautiful sunset, every first time to try a new recipe, every family get together; and remember just how beautiful and wonderful this life is. So blessed.
