Time. I know I talk a lot about this theme, but it is so relevant when thinking about photography and the importance of not only saving memories, but making time to make memories worth saving.
Take summer vacations, for example. Three days, three weeks, three months, it doesn’t matter how short or long, they seem to be gone before the swimsuit can dry or the marshmallow can toast. In-between that start and finish, life happens.
Joan, she gets this. She understands how fast time goes—her four cute-as-a-button daughters were certainly just teeny themselves are now lovely ladies with husbands and littles of their own. A remarkable thing about Joan, though, is she loves it. In a couple of phone conversations that lead to one afternoon on the shores of Boy Lake, it became abundantly clear that Joan understands that in order to live a life, time has to do what it does: March on. If time hadn’t marched on, there wouldn’t be four son-in-laws to love. There wouldn’t be the 13 amazing grandkids to light up the world.
There wouldn’t be a warm June day to get the whole lot of them together at a cabin in the northwoods of Minnesota for some good ‘ol-fashioned family summer fun to make the most of their time together.
And was it ever fun! There was nothing by love and laughter running rampant in the 26 feet of the grandkids, through the grass, sand, and water. The four sisters—Hayley, Ginger, Laura, and Angie—were in total sibling form, no doubt a nod back to their personalities when they were little themselves. And Mom and Dad who now play dual roles as Grandma and Grandpa as well, they just loved seeing all of their kids with their loved ones all come together as one big family; one look at how Joan and her hubby interact says it all…