Memories. 

That has always been one of the top things I focused on while raising my 12 children.

Making memories is still in the forefront of my mind now that I’m a grandmother of many.

My own grandmother once told me that looking forward fifty years is an eternity, but looking back fifty years is a blink.

Time really does fly.

Grandma loved to capture everyday moments with pictures.

I know because, as a child, I was Grandma’s personal photographer.

She would call me over to her house, hand me her Polaroid camera, and tell me to take her picture.

I’m so thankful for those pictures today.

Memories.

I remember the day my mother and father gave me my own Polaroid camera.

I treasure the many pictures I took of my mother.

These pictures became even more precious after my mother died from cancer at the young age of 49.

Memories.

My babies grew up faster than I hoped, but pictures bring those little faces back into my home.

Both my grandmother and mother have left this world, but their pictures let me share their beauty with my own children and grandchildren.

Memories.

Memories are the only things that follow us throughout our lives. 

Pictures are often a large part of those precious memories.