… and we danced
All of a sudden we were dancing. Marcy span round on the spot and stamped her feet, I showed her how to do the twist and she ran from one end of the room to another. We laughed at each other and got lost in the moment.
We were supposed to be tidying up, Donna was in the shower and it was nearly nap time. I put on some music and we began collecting up the toys strewn around our small living room. But in a moment we just started dancing, it was a wonderful moment, a memory I’ll hold on to until I’m old and Marcy is grown up.
I didn’t record a video or take a photo, I didn’t tweet or update Facebook, I don’t even know if my phone was in the room. But it still happened, and I’m willing to bet if I’d tried to do any of those things it wouldn’t have lasted as long or felt so good.
Marcy is 19 months old, and in just 2 months she’ll have a younger sibling. Time moves fast with a young family and I feel constant pressure to record and document our lives, terrified that I’ll miss precious moments, or lose the ones I’ve captured to a hard-drive failure.
Today I’ve learned that experiencing these moments from behind a viewfinder risks dulling them, and that with or without the photos, they still happened.
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