Yesterday, I celebrated the last birthday of my twenties.
It's not often I get behind the camera, and it's even more rare to see Daniel pick it up and flick the lens cap off. Maybe he could feel what I felt? The urge to capture these moments.
The ones where they scrambled up to sit beside me.
The ones where we lit, and relit candles for them each to take turns blowing.
One day, they'll look back at these photographs and delight in how young we were.
Maybe the pictures will spark a memory in their minds of this time, and this place.
Birthdays now, are becoming more reflective.
We marvel in what has been accomplished, and ponder the goals that have yet to be reached.
I have such a sense that my thirtieth year will be the best yet.