In the midst of this crazy hectic week, somehow I found myself sitting on the couch late one night, looking for one picture out of hundreds - no - thousands.
I browsed through disc after disc (I'm not trying to fool ANYONE - I haven't printed a picture since my youngest son was a newborn) at first only halfway paying attention.
I wanted this photo for a post, and while I never found it, I suddenly realized I was smiling.
2008 was a rough year for us. Not the way it was horrible for those many many families who lost their jobs or homes, but it was a year heavy on work and light on play - and too light on time together as a family.
When 2009 began, Hubster and I had a conversation about needing to make a change. We were running ourselves ragged. And while we both believe in working hard for things in life, there has to be balance - has to be time to enjoy all that you've worked for - otherwise why work for it?
I was surprised to find that the majority of our photos from last year showed a happy, smiling, active family. A family that was clearly having fun together.
(In case you're new 'round here, hubby and I worked opposite shifts from the time I went back to work when Will was 12 weeks old until he started a new job earlier this month. That means that for two years, Hubs and I saw each other for three minutes a day, five days a week when we switched cars outside my work.)
While I don't hope to go back to those living arrangements any time soon, I'm glad we did it. We have two wonderful sons, and we were the ones spending nearly every minute of every day with them. If it wasn't me, it was Hubby that was around to see Will take his first steps or teach Nick to count. (He's four and he can get to 39 before asking, "What comes next, Mom?")
Amidst the photos of my Grandmother holding my infant son while she still had the strength to hold him and Trick or Treating with Daddy were the silly pictures. Those I capture because I want to remember every aspect of our lives.
The ones that depict the reality of our lives as well as the meaningful ones do. Should I ever get a real photo album, I hope I'll still think its a good idea to include them.
Some children are slow to learn certain things.
You'll see Will is teary in this picture. He'd already been told
This one I like to call, "Will learns that chalk doesn't taste good, either."
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