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I've always been big with taking pictures of my son. I literally have thousands of pictures of him. From the day he was born until now. Partly because of digital cameras and phones make it so easy. The idea of pictures honestly fascinates me. Looking back at pictures taken even after a person has passed on, knowing that that memory is forever frozen in time. Even though some people aren't with us that their memory lives on. There's something big in that. I have been looking back on pictures lately. Seeing my son as a baby and seeing him now and seeing how big he has gotten. My mom never took many pictures of me. in my entire 29 years of life I have less pictures than my son has in his 5 years of life. I probably have maybe 30 pictures in my first 10 years of life. Maybe a little more than that, but not much more. To be honest I'm sure complete strangers probably have pictures of me. Who knows who may have been taking pictures as I walked by. That's a weird thought, to know that I might be forever frozen in time in a stranger's memories, I'm sure they probably didn't and don't pay much attention to it, but I might be in the background. I have pictures of complete strangers standing in the background of pictures I've taken. I don't pay much attention to them, but they're there. It's weird to think that we all probably have pictures out there that we don't even know about, taken by complete strangers. We are sometimes part of others happy memories, only without either them or us really knowing. When I look at pictures they often make me think of better times. Of a time no matter how brief that I was happy. Not that I'm not happy now, but I've definitely had happier times. Looking back at pictures of my son as a newborn I think about how happy we were at that moment. I think about all of the pain and how worth it it all was. I will never think it wasn't worth it. That was the day my world forever changed for the better. He may drive me crazy at times, but he also makes me happy even when everything around me feels like it's falling down around me. My son will have all kinds of pictures to look back on and know that we cared. We cared to make sure we captured all of his happy moments. Sometimes memories fade even when pictures don't. I sometimes look back at pictures and wonder what was happening or where it was taken. I do remember most of the pictures of my son that I have taken. Currently we are in Pittsburgh visiting my boyfriend's family. I've been taking all kinds of pictures making sure that my son will have memories to look back on. He is loving the time with his grandma and grandpa. He misses home some, but he is having a blast. I don't want him to forget all of these moments, and even if he does, maybe these can help him remember some of it. I know pictures sometimes help me remember some things. They say pictures are worth a thousand words, and I think they're probably worth more. Getting to look back at people and faces that we may miss is pretty amazing. Sometimes after we lose someone it may hurt to look at them at first, but eventually we might find comfort in getting to go through and look back at better times. Knowing that they're still with us at least in memory.