Photographs have brought me so much over the years. The portraits my dad took of my mom when they first started dating. The snapshots of my great grandparents, standing in front of the juniper bush that still stands on my grandmother’s homestead. The scrapbook stuffed full of photos from the day I married my high school sweetheart. The selfies I snapped with my mom’s digital camera so I could update my facebook profile picture at 14. The photos I have of my puppy the day we brought him home. Images of me, on my honeymoon, on my first day of kindergarten, on a summer saturday in the backyard at 28. The beautiful part? So many people took those photos, and they all contributed to the record of my life. What a gift that is.