It took me a while to warm up to it. I didn't get it right away. So many selfies, so many hashtags. But as I look back at what I've posted over the past couple of months, I see that it's become a photographic journal of sorts. A random sampling of our days.
Which is exactly what I'd hoped that this blog would become when I first started it. I love the idea of journaling, and I've always been a photo junkie, but I've struggled to do any of it consistently. I have a drawer full of half filled journals, scrapbooks that haven't seen a sticker or glue stick in ages, and baby books with more blank pages than filled. Even with the best intentions, I've sucked at memory keeping. But this blog has made me accountable. In the beginning the only person reading was my Mom, then a few friends, and eventually some like-minded bloggers. Now, I can't very easily tuck it into a drawer, because someone will call me out on it. And for the days that there aren't any words to share, Instagram's got my back in the memory keeping department, which I think is pretty awesome.