July 19th, 2020. 300 days, oh my. today is 300 days of intentionally taking daily photos. sometimes on our phones, on adventures, sometimes on my camera, at home, most of the time just doing life as normal and trying to capture a piece of it.

I found this entry from earlier this year and it seems appropriate to share it again today:

if i waited for the days i felt pretty enough to be in a photo to take our daily pictures, instead of having 172 days of of them, we’d have only a small handful. if i waited until creativity inspired me to take our photos, it’s likely we’d have likeee 30 photos.

we aren’t doing these to impress anyone. (let’s be honest, these aren’t impressive anyway.) i’m not showing up every day to prove anything to anyone other than myself:

* i can be faithful.
* i am worthy of being in photographs.
* our life is worth remembering and this is the best way i know how. taking these photos & journaling our days.

when we started this project we were living with matthias’ parents after a dog attacked very-pregnant-me at our apartment. we found ourselves packing our stuff into a storage unit & moving only what we needed into his parents place. we were planning to stay a month & it ended up being 3.

i started this project at the end of that first month there. it wasn’t a good time to start something like this. honestly, there were a lot of good excuses for why i should wait. but i’m glad i didn’t.

i’m glad i started in the thick of our hardest season we had ever walked through as a couple.
i find that i don’t love the photos the day i take them usually, but i look back even just after a few weeks and i am so grateful we have them.

if you’ve been wanting to take more pictures of you and your family, you. absolutely. should. if you need encouragement, i’m here. and if you start your own daily photo project, even if it’s a short term one, tag me so i can see and celebrate sweet, mundane, messy life with you.