Sometimes it’s lost on me so much so that I have these moments — even two years into this — where it hits me: I AM A DAD!
A dad with a camera. And I’ve been documenting my son’s life since the day he was born.
Usually he's doing something really impressive or heartwarming when this realization hits me. He'll be finishing sentences in our bedtime book or he'll run up to me before I leave for work and tell me to have a good day.
Once the moment passes, the next realization: these years are going to fly by fast.
In the back of my mind, I’ve always wished there were more photos from my childhood. We’re probably the last generation that could have that problem.
It’s so easy to snap a picture now, and it barely takes up any space on your phone. But when you finally are almost out of storage, just back it up and get a new phone, right?
I’m sure I’ve taken tens of thousands of him by now.
(More on organizing photos later)
But I have made it a habit to grab the DSLR and make a little art out of it, too. I love the convenience of having a wonderful camera on my phone, but nothing beats my trusty old Canon.
The only problem is when he derails photo shoots because he wants to play with the camera. And it usually ends in tears. And at least one more good photo.
I always enjoy looking back at pictures and then find myself amazed with how quickly he’s grown. And he’s only 2, people! I’m in for a wild ride here, but I’ll have my camera at the ready.