pretty conventional but important

I had a hard time trying to pick out what I was going to write about today and I find that relatively odd because throughout the day while I’m working I think and think and think. I guess I have to start jotting down some notes on some blog topics when they come to mind. Side note: Walter used to always show me up when it came to remembering something – he had the most amazing memory, and on one occasion I was telling him how proud of myself I was that I hadn’t taken a nap that week (p.s. I love NAPS!). Most people would dismiss the topic but he was pretty convinced that I had. Later that evening he had one of those AH HA moments, he had remembered that I did have a nap earlier that week. Seriously, who remembers the days of the week that I had a nap?

Sorry about the tangent, I guess I’ll start with an easy lesson because my brain isn’t capable of coming up with anything deep or moving tonight.

Lesson #2 – you can NEVER take too many pictures

Sadly, after Rachel passed I realized that I didn’t have one picture of us together, this was heartbreaking. I knew that we had taken shots of us together on her porch one evening when she so kindly lent me her shoulder to cry on, but I had no way of finding a copy of said photos. Eventually I found them, and even though I hate the way I look in them I still love them. After learning this lesson I pretty much carry my camera with me at all times. Wally used to joke about how in the short time that we’d be dating I’d already tagged him in more photos than all of the other photos he had been tagged on facebook. That’s the degree of my picture taking. So challenge yourself to make sure that you capture even the small moments, at least now with all our technology we don’t have to get all of our pictures developed.

Lesson #2 - Don't delete

Along the same lines as my last lesson it has to do with pictures. I’ll dive right into this one and tell you to stop deleting pictures because you don’t like the way you look. On the weekend of Walter’s accident I was taking pictures of mainly him, but I had also snapped a couple shots of the two of us together and a water lily that he had so romantically picked for me when we went swimming. He rolled his eyes because I was trying to get a picture that I liked, eventually we gave up and I delete all of the pictures because I didn’t approve of how I looked (he always looked hot). Lesson learned those would have been the last pictures I ever took of the two of us together and I deleted them. At this point I couldn’t give a funk if I looked like Godzilla in the picture; I still would have treasured it! You can’t get back the things you delete, so if it’s a mediocre picture keep it! Don’t delete it because it’ll only fill up a small amount of space where ever you store it.

Pretty conventional but I think it’s important for people to acknowledge the importance of photos in our lives. There’s a reason why people include photo albums on their grab in an emergency list.