Reverb 13: Please post your favourite picture of yourself from 2012, self-portrait or otherwise!
I've looked through every last one.
Every picture from 2012; the good, the bad, the ugly and the unrecognizable. And there's not one of me, just me, without a child or a boyfriend.
That says something, right? Maybe that I snap the pics to remember the happy times, the remarkable times, the celebratory times. Does it really have to mean something that I don't like to be in pictures? That I'm far more comfortable snapping instead of being snapped? That if I wasn't in another picture for the rest of my life I would still be just as happy as I am today?
No. It just means that I'm the one who thinks to take pictures, who believes that the stories of our lives–even the mundane, 'nothing exciting to talk about' days–are part of our story and that someday (hopefully) my kids will wonder what I was like then.
Maybe it's because I have precious few photos of my life as a kid. I wish I had that visual commentary of my first days of school, my first concert, my first fill-in-the-blank-here.
Whatever the reason, I'm perfectly fine with sharing the spotlight. Especially with people as cute as the faces I've just spent more than an hour looking at
September 28, 2012 at My Big Fat Greek Restaurant. Before we went to see Hotel Transylvania. So much fun.