Growing Up in Pictures
I take a lot of pictures. Of random things. Of myself. Lots of pictures that get deleted. It’s a sickness, really.
The pictures of myself are my way of remembering that moment. Taking a picture of myself right after I got that job or while we’re at the beach, etc.
I take a lot of pictures of Jack. Sometimes while we play in the living room. Not anything special. Sometimes I’m simply following him around.
And I’m ok with that.
After comparing these photos tonight, the one on the left being from May of this year and the right, from today, I’m reminded of how fast this boy is growing up.
How he lost a lot of his baby-ness this Summer. Lost some chubbyness in his cheeks.
And has turned more into a little boy.
So, I’ll keep chasing him with the camera. Because one day, he won’t want me to go down the slide with him.
One day, he won’t want me to follow him around.
And that’s a good thing. I want him to grow up and function without me.
Just not yet, please.