We spent the weekend with David's parents and it was a wonderful time for everyone. I have been very blessed not to have in-laws that are the stereotypical parents. I love them very much and we always have a good time when we get together. The only regret I have for this weekend was not taking any photos!
We've all heard the phrase "A picture is worth a thousand words" and I believe this to be true. Pictures catch a moment in time, a memory if you will. There comes a time when those memories are all we have to hang onto and hope for a time when we can experience those feelings again. Sometimes those feelings can not be obtained again, and we have to come to terms and accept that those moments will never be relived.I say this not to depress you, but it is very much the truth.
I have been thinking about my grandfather a lot in the last couple of days, longing for those special moments we shared together. I realize those special moments can not be relived, but I still miss him never the less. We were special to him, and he was special to us. He was constantly taking pictures and it is those pictures I love so dearly. Not just because he took them, but because they capture a moment in time. Moments that are so dear to us.
I guess that's why I take photos so often, I love capturing moments. I want my family to look back at these photos one day and see how incredibly special they were to me. I want my family to know that I love them and that the time we spend together is important to me.
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