A few days after my daughter was born, I was sitting outside by the pool with her, watching the light filtering down through the trees and listening to the sounds of Kendrick and Indy playing in the water, and I suddenly thought to myself how much I wanted her to remember that exact moment, even though I knew she never would. And so I set down my phone next to her head, pointed up towards the clouds and the trees and the scarf I’d draped across the top of her carrier, and I recorded a video. Just a few seconds of light and sound and sky, just so she could see what life looked like to her way back when.
Every so often, Indy will pick up my camera, and start taking photo after photo after photo, and I have this kneejerk impulse to stop him – no honey, you might break it, careful not to fill up the memory card, please don’t mess around with mommy’s things – and then I realize: wait.
How beautiful, to have this record of what life is like through his eyes.
How little a memory card matters in the face of actual memories.
He took all these photos yesterday afternoon, when we were just hanging around the house, and…I don’t know. I wanted to put them here. Because it’s a gift, having the chance to see what the world looks like way back at the start of it all.
