I fell in love with photography when I realized that I could not remember everything that ever happened to me. I took excess photos with FILM every time I traveled as a kid, as well as a grown up. Scott was so thankful that I finally transferred to digital by the time we had our son.
Last night, as I was weeping, I came across a picture, and all of a sudden that ordinary afternoon came flooding back. In the midst of my current sadness, I don’t want to forget our past happiness, our small moments that made our lives good. Our moments aren’t perfect, but to me, they are OURS, so I find them worth remembering.
This picture transformed me back to a hot summer Sunday in July. I am sure we had hopes or dreams of doing something, but for whatever reason stayed home. The TV was on, and the kids were begging to run through the sprinkler.
“Not right now, I need to grill for the week,” Scott said.
“Maybe when Daddy is done,” I said.
About 20 minutes after Scott started the coals for “Grill Fest,” I heard the water running. I stopped chopping vegetables, and for a second, was worried that our pipe burst again. I looked outside, to see Scott, sitting under the sprinkler, in his lawn chair ALONE.
The jerk didn’t care if the sprinkler was on while he grilled, he just wanted alone time! GRRRRRR!
I remember being so mad. I mean, “I spend all day everyday with these kids, and he is home ONE day and can’t let them run through the sprinkler while he grills???” SERIOUSLY! (Keep in mind, this was 2011, so I was in the middle of my stay at home years).
I flew outside, with attitude.
“What?” Scott said innocently.
“Um, the kids are putting on their suits and are coming out to join you.”
“Oh, good, I forgot to tell them….” (LIAR!)
“Well, you will run through the sprinkler with them, and I will take any photos I want.”
I am sure he thought that was no big deal, since it was a normal occurrence in our lives by then.
However, I caught this moment of him prancing through the sprinkler, like a kid. And as punishment for his afternoon of selfish behavior, I have put it on a couple of calendars, and will continue to share it with the world. At the end of the day, he really didn’t care what I did with the photo, he was used to it by then. 🙂
See, he wasn’t perfect, but he was perfect for me.
I am grateful to have over 40,000 pictures of the last 8 years. That’s 40,000 moments that I will not forget.