ADDICTION

I knew this was coming.

Over the years, my want turned into a need.  The desire intensified when JP was born and has only increased now that there are three kids.  And now it's a full fledged addiction: taking pictures.  I've just come to realize this in the last week when my big camera died (and my iPhone camera storage is full).  I haven't been able to take a photo for eight days and I am filled with anxiety.  Seriously.

I'm certainly no professional (and I don't even try to be!), but somehow taking (sometimes daily!) photos of my kids is a coping mechanism of motherhood.  Though I try to be fully present in each and every moment of my kids ever changing, often chaotic, and oh-so-precious days, it is impossible.  I'm pulled in many directions and I cannot fully savor the beauty of the moment.  By snapping a quick photo, I can capture the event, the celebration, the joy, the little things.  When all of my babies are fast asleep at night, I can thumb through those photos and reflect on my day.

But without my camera, I am filled with panic.  Life is passing by and I have no way of recording it.

I just mailed my camera to the Official Canon Doctors and I sure hope they can fix it quickly and send it home soon.