My name is Stefanie.
And I have a problem.
I take way, way too many pictures.
And then I don’t quite know what to do with all of them.
I’ve now run out of photo albums.
And I have stacks and stacks of pictures,
waiting for a home.
But when I see things like this lovely butterfly,
or my ridiculously ripped husband,
or any of my adorable kids,
or really, pretty much anything…
my resolve to cull down the number of photos I take…
goes right out the window.
And I’m afraid I’ve dragged this blog, and y’all, with me.
To anyone still looking at this seemingly endless abyss of photos,
one family outing + over 200 pictures = too much.
My only hope is that my children will appreciate the fact that, in place of scrapbooks and journals,
they have lots and lots and lots of pictures of themselves. In their youth.
When I was a kid, there was one lone picture that, good or not, stood for an entire event.
10th birthday? One picture.
Prom? One picture.
First car? One picture.
Many events weren’t even documented with a lone photo.
So, I guess I’ve taken it upon myself to change all that for my kids, whether they like it or not.
One 4GB memory card at a time.