It’s a funny thing, how life moves forward. How time passes and babies grow and memories get made and stories live on in our minds and hearts and sometimes in photographs and sometimes in shaky video from a cheap plastic camera.
It’s a funny thing how impromptu decisions can shape a whole season of life. How husbands sometimes surprise their wives with crazy things like “we’re taking our baby to Europe” and wives who say “okay” even though it doesn’t even make sense but at the same time, it does.
Tonight I was up late working, getting ready to archive a hard drive of old photos, and I saw it — a video file of an unfinished project that got pushed aside because of 1. work 2. life 3. deadlines 4. more important things to do. It was our family’s video from the time we took our 15-month-old baby Ben to Paris on vacation. No real cameras. No real agenda. Just us, together, with a point-and-shoot camera for still images, and a tiny cheap plastic camera called a Zumi for video. No sound. Just shaky images and funny colors and lots and lots of smiles and sweet moments captured of a baby who didn’t even walk yet.
I knew if I archived that hard drive, the imagery of that trip would be archived away with it. They live in my mind, but not in our Ben’s mind. He won’t remember that he even went on this trip with us. But we want him to see it, and to know that even from an early age, we cared about him experiencing life in a rich and meaningful way. And that we wanted to share in it with him.
So tonight I pressed pause. Pause on the never-ended to-do list. And I finished up an edit I started a year and a half ago. Because our memories need to live outside of our minds, too. They need to be seen, shared, and remembered. Because life moves forward and gets more and more beautiful, but it’s also good and nostalgic and sweet to look back and watch what it was like, to live in that memory.