Memories of a Photograph

A book of memories, that is what a photo album is to me. One would be amazed at the things you could find while cleaning my house. This is a daily rountine for me. Life as a Mom is a never ending task, but for a moment I am taken back. I am reminded of good days and the memories, like a flood, come rushing back to me. I slowly make my way through dozens of old photos. They are mainly of me, old time friends, and family. Each photo taken has a memory of it's own. It's like a time capsule compiled in one big book. I stare at each recalling the specific time and date that is was taken. Some of are prom and old boyfriends. Some of youth trips, and some of me and my BFF goofing off. I sit and think about those days. Seems like it was just yesterday. I stare at those photos and wonder what I was thinking at the exact moment that memory was captured. I smile for a minute. It amazes me how much I have changed and grown as a person.
I flip through the photos some more and come across pictures of Jeremy and I when we first started dating. Man I wish I was the same size now! That is the first thought that pops into my head. I look a little more and I am taken back to camping trips, car shows, and vacations that I hoped would never end. Man where has the time gone? Why didn't someone tell me I was getting fat? Haha...
I look a little further and it's like the years have jumped ahead. There are pictures of James everywhere. Seems like everyday was a photo shoot. Give me a camera and I become the paparazzi. There are photos from the time he was born till now. I look at each photo and realize how much he has grown. I stare at those longs locks of hair and BIG blue eyes. I am grinning from ear to ear. These photos are much more then just memories to me. They are my life. It's like a story book waiting to be read. Each photo is different and each photo has it's own story to tell. There can never be enough. From time to time I am sure I will come back to these photos. I hope the memories are just as sweet. Until then, these are the memories of a photograph.