Good Wednesday Morning, my friends!
I hope you're having a great week so far. I've been keeping busy around the house and having trouble keeping up with what day it is for some reason. I guess the holiday last week through me off track.
Yesterday David and I attended the funeral for our friend Judy who passed away suddenly. True to how funerals go, we saw so many old friends, and we all agreed...we have to stop meeting like this. If there's one good thing about Facebook, at least we can keep up with those we don't see very often.
But while watching the slideshow the family put together in memory of Judy, I was impressed with how many photos there were of Judy and her family and it got me thinking about how many times I duck out of the way and don't want to be in the picture.
Over the years, as age has settled in, along with weight, gray hair, skin sagging and all the other things we see when we look in the mirror, the more I shy away from ever being in pictures. And I know I'm not the only woman to feel this way.
But as I sat watching the slideshow of Judy, I thought to myself, what would it be like if my family had to go looking for a stack of photos of me? Would they find many? Probably not. And how sad that would be to let insecurities be the reason that memories weren't documented at family gatherings.
As I shared this thought with my daughter-in-loves last night at our family dinner, Morgan took out her phone and snapped this picture of Ella and I.
We had just been playing with this scarf in my hair; figuring out how to wear it with my curls and so I had no idea what my hair would look like in the picture, but it didn't matter. I needed to be in the picture with my sweet granddaughter and capture the moment and the memory, without worrying about the details.
And so it begins. Not being afraid to look imperfect. Not hiding away from family photos because I wore my sweatpants that night. Not missing a chance to document this amazing family I have and the fun we have together.
I know it sounds heavy, but the pastor said yesterday, that we write our own funeral by how we live our life. And I've heard that before. But every time I hear it, it is such a great reminder that how we live, is how we are remembered. And I want to be remembered for being present. Being in the picture. Having the fun and not caring about the picture, but about the people.
So in case you have been the one ducking out of the pictures, in case you're the one who's always behind the camera and never in front of...this post is for you.
Your people love you and they want to see you. Pictures are memories captured for the future. Make sure you're in them.
Have a beautiful day, my friends.
Until Next Time...
Blessings 💛



