A Picture is Worth A Thousand Words

I have this fear that in my old age I will become a tragic victim of Alzheimer's or some other ailment that renders me without a memory of the past. Consequently, I take pictures of everything. Everything. Scott's been known to get on my case about it, and the other day Landon even said, "Come on, Mommy," when I got that snapping urge.

But I always want to remember how delicious hazelnut hot chocolate is, especially when coupled with an amazing book. Or how breathtaking all the flowers are in spring. Or the beautiful moment when my boys are cuddled up before bed. The little things matter. And I don't want them to float on forgotten.