This week it was Charis’s second birthday. Yes that’s right – my little baby is 2!
As soon as the school summer holidays were over, I started planning Charis’s birthday. There were presents to buy, cakes to decorate, and activities to organise.
I love birthdays! I love hunting for that perfect present. I love wrapping it up in crisp, brightly coloured paper. I love hanging bunting and blowing up balloons. I love the squeals of delight as the children bound down the stairs in the morning.
“Treasure every moment. They grow up so fast”
I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve heard this. And what sucks is… it’s absolutely true!
I’ve just watched my eldest start her 2nd year at school. It seems just days ago that Charis was starting to make baby noises and now she’s bossing me around! And I’m positive I only gave birth to my baby a few months ago, yet here I am writing a birthday card with a big fat number 2 on it!
Time really does fly, and in an effort to not forget a single second, I’ve become photograph-mad! It’s so easy these days to whip out your phone and take a quick snap:
- On the swings
- In the bath
- At the table
- In the garden
- By the flowers
- In the buggy
- On the beach
It’s so much fun looking back and remembering the good times.
The Birthday Photo That Wasn’t
But yesterday, I missed the major photo opportunity of the entire day – I missed the cake!
Even back in the dark ages when we used film instead of digital cameras (the horror!), there was always a photo of the birthday-girl blowing out her candles.
But I missed it.
It had been a busy day and we were rushing to get the cake dished up and eaten before bedtime. We did the whole candles, lights-out thing, and it wasn’t until halfway through our enthusiastic rendition of Happy Birthday, I realised my error!
And in that split-second, I made an important decision – this moment was for living in and enjoying now.
Charis was beaming as her face was lit up by the dancing candlelight. Jenny was singing with gusto. And hubby was proudly holding the cakes we’d painstakingly created together. This was a special family moment. One that I wanted to keep forever. But instead of reaching for the camera, I lived the moment and revelled in it!
I don’t want to continually view my life through a lens. I want to live it! I probably won’t remember the scene as clearly as a photo might have done, but I enjoyed it, and so did everyone else.
That was the birthday photo that wasn’t!