20/04/2025
Don’t let the fear of having something stuck in your teeth, keep you from taking the damn photos 😅✌🏻🤦🏻♀️ ‘Cause all know the story by now….
Easter Sunday 2016 I didn’t take any photos of the day with my family, which was so unlike me.
But my bro very randomly took one photo of my parents late at night, which was so unlike him.
Turns out it became the most precious photo ever.
Shortly after he took it, Mum fell down the stairs (whilst celebrating her remission from stage 4 cancer) and the ability to ever have a photo with her again was ripped away in an instant.
But luckily I did have lots of photos with my mum to cherish, but not enough, especially not ones as a kid.
She was always behind the camera until I got older and started to be the photo-taker & selfies became a thing 😅
So whilst I find it uncomfortable, especially in public, I get in the photos for my children’s sake and ask for them to be taken. They won’t care if I don’t have makeup on, my hair isn’t done, that Joe Bloggs on the table next to us is watching us or I have a massive bit of food in my teeth (when I actually have MU on for once)✌🏻🤣 🙄
Because all I have now are photos.
And the imperfect ones are perfect, just like she was.
The ones that show her true self, the Mum I remember, making funny faces, dancing around, being totally weird, laughing her head off or has wild bed hair.
They don’t want the edits, they want you for you.
So the tooth invader is here to stay 😎
Of course we have memories too, but the photos help keep those memories very alive and have also kept her memory alive for her grandchildren that she never got to meet.
And hug, hug loads.
Squeeze everyone tight. Really tight.
Cherish your loved ones.
Tell them how great they are.
Dance together in the kitchen.
And have a Eggcellent Easter 🐣