The other night when Steve was at work, I was making a video with Ella and my phone stopped recording. Immediately following that, I got a message that my memory was full. I text Steve, sarcastically letting him know my phone had reached maximum capacity, and his reply was, “I am not surprised!” Way to be supportive.
When I got my new iPhone, I went with a bigger memory than my previous phone. I had come super close to maxing that one out, and didn’t want the same fate with my new one. I was certain that 128 GB would be enough. I know there is a cloud, and I do back everything up, but there is something about actually having the pictures on my phone that appeals to me. It’s familiar. I like familiar.
Currently sitting on my phone I have 28,000 plus pictures and 845 videos. It’s crazy. I know. I am sure half of them are ridiculous too. I certainly could stand to go through and get rid of some. The problem is, when I want to take a picture of one single moment, I usually take twenty, pick my best one, and then never delete the rest. If it’s an event we are attending, forget it. The amount of pictures I take reaches the hundreds.
Steve will tell you I have my phone out too much taking pictures. He believes I need to spend more time living in the moment and enjoying things live. I do see where he is coming from, but for me reliving these moments brings me just as much joy. I can look back on my pictures and remember people who are no longer with us, or see the joy in my children’s faces while they are completely the simplest of tasks. I love looking back and recalling the details of the day, and find that one picture can spark so many different emotions. Every picture tells a story.
I also love taking pictures to share with my family. I am constantly sending pictures of the kids to Steve or our parents/siblings. Especially during the pandemic, when we didn’t get to see each other for months. Steve sleeps most days, works most nights, and doesn’t get to witness the same amount of shenanigans I do. I feel like it’s important to keep him in the loop. How will he believe that Jack’s diaper was the biggest blow out we have ever seen if I don’t take a picture? Or how can he experience the joy of Ella’s laughter if I don’t take a video and share it? Sometimes it takes days to get those belly laughs from our girl.
For now, I will keep on capturing as many moments as I can, and know my kids youth, and our adult years, will be adequately chronicled for all to look back on and see. Steve can take his 3,000 pictures and 150 videos and use them to formulate his own set of memories. His ability to remember things is way better than mine. I am constantly asking him to share details I can’t recall. My pictures and his details make for the perfect combination when sharing a story.
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