As the often self-appointed family historians, moms usually
find themselves behind the camera, capturing moments in time. Some of these
moments seem insignificant – just the kids at the beach again or just the kids
playing in the yard again. But it’s in these everyday moments where the stories
of our lives unfold. We’re more than birthdays, events and milestones. We are
blowing bubbles and splashing in the lake and riding on shoulders. We are
jumping off couches and soaring on swing sets and bouncing in ocean waves. We
are laughter and hugs and kisses.
I capture these moments because I know our boys won’t be
little forever. I know these adorable stages of toddler-waddling and
preschooler-pontificating are merely blips in our history. I want to remember
every single thing – and maybe ease my guilt for occasionally wishing away these
baby phases in favor of more self-sufficiency and fewer tantrums.
As I looked back over the hundreds of photos and videos I’ve
taken so far in 2015, I noticed that many of them were of my husband with our
kids. He’s such an amazing dad, and our boys love him to death. Reid, who is
now 20-months-old, hears Hubs’ keys in the door and runs into the kitchen
yelling, “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” Always three “daddies.”
Hubs’ birthday was Saturday, and Father’s Day was Sunday. This
seemed like the perfect opportunity to put a little video together of all the
moments I’ve captured with him and the boys, and a few of the two of us as
well. In celebration of what a loving husband and doting father he is, checkout this little video on Vimeo.
Here’s to you, Hubs, my original red head, my roadie, my Triple H, my Drishti, my partner on this wild adventure.
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