I realized today that my dad used to carry around pictures of my sister and me in his wallet. My mom did, too.
School pictures, snapshots. Olan Mills family portraits taken for church directories.
If most of what I own wasn’t locked up in storage and stuck on indefinite pause, I’d show you.
I also realized that I don’t do that. I keep the people I love most closest to me always, but I don’t do it on photo paper.
I don’t have one picture (or many) of my kids in a tiny purse album, a slick column of cellophane wallet insert windows.
I meet people, I rave about my kids, and I’ll yank out my phone to show them pictures.
The only problem is that instead of getting Max or Ava at their spit-and-polished best, in a stiff school photo and a “Look here, sporty,” smile, they get…well…
Which, you know, aren’t bad. But aren’t the same.
Do you keep paper pictures? What’s the difference? Is something lost and something gained?