Posted by Bonita Jewel
I was browsing through digital photos from past years, 2006 onwards. (That was the year we got our first digital camera.) I saw some of my favorite pictures of the three kids. I also came across some I didn’t even remember taking. From time to time I would call my husband to look at some picture or another.
“Allen looks so young!” “Check out Aiden’s chubby cheeks.” “Look at Jessica’s curls.”
“Were they ever that young? What happened?”
Time flies, in its everyday common style, so we don’t really notice how fast it’s going by.
I’m thankful for photos, little tokens that capture days that pass by so quickly. A hundred years ago, two hundred, a thousand, the people had no way of capturing those special moments (unless they had an extremely talented painter in their family). Just fragmented memories, so often faulty, to remember the special times that pass so quickly.
Of course, “the memory of the just is blessed,” but photographs, I guess, are a help to conjure up those precious memories out of the cobwebbed recesses of our mind and keep them fresh and alive.
via Precious Memories.