Why I Love Photos

My favorite thing about photos is that they help me remember the good times and forget the difficult ones.

For instance, the Sunday these photos were taken was HORRIBLE.  We had an extra long meeting at church and the kids were terrible….and I mean TERRIBLE!  Zac and I came home feeling like we were suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, but you'd never know it from these photos.  I captured the best parts of the day and I look back and remember:

Oh fun, we played Guess Who… (that's my little sister, Andy…not me).

we had family over for dinner...

we hung out in the front yard…

Zac helped Colby learn to ride his new bike...

 and took the kids on motorcycle rides….and got fluffy hair from said motorcycle rides….

See what I mean?  I can't help but smile as I go through the photos from this day and I sort of forget that I yelled a lot...and that I wanted to sell my kids to the gypsies.

The same thing applies to vacation.  Trips with four young children are never dreamy, but is it so awful that I want to look back and think they were?  Maybe this makes me delusional, but I don't need help remembering missed naps, cranky babies and fighting siblings - and I don't want to.  I want to look back and remember the good times and the all the fun we had.  Photos help me do just that.