Did you know that if you added all the photographs Mark and I took from our second date until the end of our honeymoon that it would total over 2500 photos?
However, in the last year, I think we can count the total number of photographs we have taken on our two sets of hands and feet. Pitiful. We are supposed to be chronically our life together, and we take random photos of the hotel room we had for New Year's or the beautiful dinner we might have cooked.
My parents have so many photographs that they all pile up. No organization. No true albums or scrapbooks. Photographs that go all the way back to my grandparents and great-grandparents. One would think that in the world of technology that we Generation Xers (yes I am just on the brink, but whatever) live in, there would be a plethora of digital photographs from the last seventeen months, let alone three years. So what happened? Why did we stop all the visual documentation?
Theory: When we returned from the honeymoon, we got busy, and comfortable. We worked 50 hour weeks, and had class, and were adjusting to simply being around each other...everyday. I realized that waking up at 5:30am to get in an hour long workout is simply not as fun (or comfy) as staying in bed with your husband until the last possible moment. I learned that the old saying of "the way to a man's heart it through his stomach," is grounded in truth. We have both put on a few pounds since January 2009 and it has been difficult to get them off, especially for myself.
Conclusion: When a couple becomes busy with life, happy with each other, a little plumber around the edges, they greatly diminish the number photographs which they take, specifically ones in which they are the central focus.
Action Plan: Spend one hour a day being active and always have you camera with you, but first buy a new case.
However, in the last year, I think we can count the total number of photographs we have taken on our two sets of hands and feet. Pitiful. We are supposed to be chronically our life together, and we take random photos of the hotel room we had for New Year's or the beautiful dinner we might have cooked.
My parents have so many photographs that they all pile up. No organization. No true albums or scrapbooks. Photographs that go all the way back to my grandparents and great-grandparents. One would think that in the world of technology that we Generation Xers (yes I am just on the brink, but whatever) live in, there would be a plethora of digital photographs from the last seventeen months, let alone three years. So what happened? Why did we stop all the visual documentation?
Theory: When we returned from the honeymoon, we got busy, and comfortable. We worked 50 hour weeks, and had class, and were adjusting to simply being around each other...everyday. I realized that waking up at 5:30am to get in an hour long workout is simply not as fun (or comfy) as staying in bed with your husband until the last possible moment. I learned that the old saying of "the way to a man's heart it through his stomach," is grounded in truth. We have both put on a few pounds since January 2009 and it has been difficult to get them off, especially for myself.
Conclusion: When a couple becomes busy with life, happy with each other, a little plumber around the edges, they greatly diminish the number photographs which they take, specifically ones in which they are the central focus.
Action Plan: Spend one hour a day being active and always have you camera with you, but first buy a new case.
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