The meaning of your pictures

 A few days ago I found my trustworthy blackberry that was my way of communication and entertainment from the start 2010 to the very end of 2011. I thought it was broken but for some amazing reason I was able to turn it on. I was beyond excited to go down memory lane while I turned it on, grabbed a blanket and a bag of Doritos's. I am a hoarder when it comes to anything on my phone and I almost never delete anything. I laughed at funny conversations I shared with some of my best friends at the time, reveled at how much my life had changed since then and then I relived some pretty cruel texts I had received when I was forced to  make some pretty big decisions the summer of 2011. Those were a lot to take in and I didn't it to surface back in my mind so I decided to switch over and look at the pictures and videos.

I heard someone once say that if you wan't to learn what someone fears losing, what is most important to them and what makes them happy watch what they photograph. That statement never made as much sense to me before looking at the pictures that I had taken in that almost two year span. There were so many less pictures compared to what I take now. There were a few random pictures of me and friends, a few pictures of school assignments I needed to remember to do, one recipe, a few party moments and maybe a handful with me and my nieces and nephews. According to that I wasn't in dire fear of losing a thing, nothing specific made me happy besides myself and I wasn't really even sure what was most important to me.

Now if you were to look in my camera roll you would see a few random odds and ends, some friend pictures, some quotes I like, family times, but above anything else you will see picture after picture of my Boston. Boston in jammies, Boston playing, Boston at dance, Boston and me, Boston asleep, Boston making a mess, Boston's selfies that she has taken, Boston's first steps, Boston's first smile, and everything in between. I guess I have known this for a long time but putting that saying along with seeing what I chose to photograph in my life pre-Boston I realized that she really did more than just come in my life but she came in my life and gave it purpose and happiness.

I am writing this late at night and I am watching her sleep and I am just feeling pretty grateful for her. She doesn't know it and she probably never really will grasp it but she saved me. She gave me something to fight for and something to believe in. I wish I could put these words on paper without sounding so cheesy but being a mom has turned me into somewhat of a walking cliche. 

I really lucked out with getting such a wonderful baby. The meaning of my pictures is happiness and family; and I am so thankful for that.

XO:
Ashlynn&Boston
BRONSON