I drove home from another vacation this week and realized I hadn’t snapped a single picture. Ugh, I’m hopeless when it comes to cameras. No, I’m not technically impaired. I know how to use the dang things. I’m not a stand-on-the-sidelines kind of gal. I’m right in there getting crazy with my kids. Snapping a picture is the last thing I’m thinking about. If only there was a way for me to convert my memories to print.

The laugh my daughter and I had when we fell off our tubes in the river.

The look of amazement when my youngest son’s missing sandal was found in the reeds of the river bank.

The rain soaked expression of my oldest lying in the natural hot springs.

…Good times I’ll cherish forever. I hope when my children flip back through the scant photos I do have of them they don’t see it as a deliberate indication of their importance in my life. Nobody matters more to me than my family.