Yoli+Otis wrap found here
I came to realize today that I have attachment issues. My attachment issues don’t stem from tangible things, pets, food, family members. Instead I am attached to memories.
I was presented with an interesting opportunity and it made me reflect on the things I hold most dear to me aside from the obvious. As it turns out I am deeply attached to photos I take, not for what they are but rather for their role as keepers of memories and emotions.
They’re little milestones in my life and that of my family. I lived them, I captured them, and I hold them dear. I suppose it sounds weird coming from a mom who blogs her children’s lives on the internet, who has a public Instagram account and a kids shop. But often I forget who reads my blog, or Instagram, or shops in my store. I often feel like I do it all just for me and my photos are my own. Personal. My own little world.
I like to look at my photos and remember how I felt in that moment. How a flower smelled, or how my pistachio ice cream tasted. The giggle that Johannes made or the squeal that came before Magnus’ belly laugh. They’re my life online, but my life none-the-less. Some people journal, I don’t. I take photos and blog. Although I’ve posted over five thousand images on Instagram alone, and likely more on this blog here those are a curated selection. For every image I post I wish I could post five more. I have the toughest time selecting what to share, because I love them all, and each memory is special to me. It sounds weird, I know.
Its confusing. I’m still confused. Unsure of what course to take with the opportunity I referenced earlier and which I can’t quite talk about. But that’s life right? No easy pathways or clear courses. We work our way through windy tunnels and hope to find a little light at the very end.
So with that all being said, here are just a few of the 200 photos I took this weekend with my family.