I drive my husband crazy because I am always taking pictures.

Wherever we go, I’m taking pictures of us. Of beautiful scenery. Of the place we are. Of the food!

My rationale to him as I pull him reluctantly into another shot is always the same – some day when we are old and grey, we will love looking back at all our memories, capturing time in a click.

Little did I know how quickly I’d prove this to myself.

When my mother in love passed away eight years ago, I went through all my pictures, and found I didn’t have any with her. It crushes my heart. I cherish the photos I have of her, and have framed some for the house, but I wish I had the foresight to take pictures with her.

My dear current mother in love is suffering with dementia, and I made a photo book for her of the family, and the farm she loves. For a time, this helped her remember the good days. She loves her family so much!

Now I have a “remember when” type application coming across my iPhone daily. It shows me pictures of what was going on, this day in history.

It is coming up on the one year birthday of my twin grandsons, and I am so glad I have the pictures of my very pregnant daughter. I can’t wait to watch the growth of my premature sons, playing out in pictures! They grow up so fast. I only have a fraction of pictures of my own children as babies. Back then, you had to have a camera. And time! I didn’t have either, and those memories are fragmented in the mind of a middle aged woman.

Right now I have been getting pictures on my timeline from a fun trip to Walt Disney World they I took with a group of friends. It is one of many trips taken with one of my best friends, Dallas.

Dallas is in the fight for her life right now, with a diagnosis of ALS. Her friends and I are praying for her daily, and rallying around her.

But the pictures! They make me laugh, smile, and remember all the amazing good times we have had because of her. With her!

Take the pictures. Snap them when you get the chance – the spontaneous ones. The crazy ones.

Capture the moment – because time, indeed, is fleeting…and none of us are guaranteed tomorrow.