That's true, and I'm taking time to appreciate the every day, because these moments will be gone before you know it. Especially with the kids. We always feel that they are growing up too fast, and that's the reality.
Sometimes I remind myself to put down my camera and "invisible pen" to be 100% present but memories will also fade. I know mine is already fading. There are times when I try hard to remember something, but just can't. Maybe it's "old age", maybe it's stress, maybe it's really just genetics haha. Words and photos will always be there to help refresh my memory, and to help me live in the moment, time and time again.
When I was taking this series of photos, Lil Pumpkin asked me why. I told her I wanted to remember how she looks like at this moment, when she's 4.5 years old. The way her tiny hand fits snugly in mine, the way her eyes sparkle with love and wonder, the way her legs have little bruises from adventurous play.
"Because I'll look different when I get older, Mummy?" Yes dear, and also perhaps because next time you may not let Mummy to take photos of you anymore ;)
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That's beautiful Ai! You are so right. I was just thinking about how my oldest daughter was a few years ago. I wish I would have taken more photos. Those memories do fade. I'm just glad that love doesn't :)
a lovely thing to record what lil pumpkin is like right now. Children grow up way too quickly!
So beautiful!
Lil pumpkin is so beautiful to photograph. Love the one of her mouth, and look at her still-chubby hand!
I am also crazy with photos and I"m glad because I look back at boys when they young and I can't remember that in my head! I must print some more out, they are all digital ATM! x
Wow really gorgeous photo's. So gorgeous. You have reminded me blogging is a good thing for our memories. Thank you for sharing x
I know how you feel. There's one thing I wish can be recorded tho - their smell! My elder girl had a distinctive sweet smell till she was about 2+. Miss it.
A wonderful post. They grow up too fast!
It really bothered me when Isaak went through a phase where he cried about not wanting to get old. He was afraid of death after my Grandma passed away. His questions were endless. He kept asking when I am going to die. It made me sad that he was sad. I kept stopping to talk with him about life.
Such a beautiful post Ai...love it! :)
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