To me, nothing ever is just what it is. In my mind, I have to make everything “mean something”. I’m always thinking about how it will photograph. How it will be remembered. I have to be careful not to get so caught up in making a memory that I miss the moment itself.
So this simple little visit to our friend’s lake, to me was an opportunity to take pictures and hopefully add to my son’s and my own happy memories. We’d remember this day. Or at least I know that I would. The moment we arrived, they all scrambled for the nets to catch these tiny little fish with.
And while there was a bit of “it’s my turn!” and “I need a net!”, there were enough intense fish hunts, splashes, and swimming to make up for it. And yet again, I am reminded that when one has a child, one must go into the water. Whether one likes it or not. Fortunately, I actually liked it. This all reminds me that this is part of what having friends is all about. Adding to your life. Sharing your life with someone else. And with it, opening yourself to new experiences. Anyone who knows me well, knows that I don’t exactly frequent lakes and hunt for tiny fish. But it was a great afternoon and I didn’t want to leave when it was time to go. Friends are a gift. Memories like these are precious to me. I appreciate each and every one of you who help me shape these memories. And most of all, to those of you who let me snap your photo again, and again, and again…