Topic: Vivid
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I've seen the pictures a million times- white knee socks, chub in all the right places, bow atop my head. My mama must have snapped a lifetime of pictures that day. Shuffling through these pictures makes it hard for me to separate fact from fiction in my memory. Who remembers their 1st Birthday? Sometimes I think I do.
If a picture is worth a thousand words then all the photos that fill my shelves constitute volumes of life. The subtext of each snapshot is a vivid reminder that life is unpredictable and each moment begs to be captured.
A back deck. A big cake. A huge cedar tree. A little lady. My daddy's strong arms.
Memories so vivid they leave me breathless.
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We're so lucky that we get to collect that vividness aren't we? That we get to live the reality of so many snapshots? Good stuff. :)
ReplyDeleteMy year old picture was taken on my grandmother's bed; I don't remember being 1 year old, but I'm glad I really remember that bed, those wallpapered walls, her hugs.
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