My first birthday.

I have no memories of it that I recall, but I do have pictures. Everyone was happy, problems were much simpler back then. It is what these photos trigger in me that make it a favorite childhood memory, though there are much more memories.

Not that I long for those days again, rather I look at them with appreciation and cherish those memories in pictures, even if my one y.o. self could not retain those moments in my memory at the time.

I used to (ignorantly) find taking pictures pointless. Looking back, I’m glad I had pictures of important moments like these. Not the SOCMED kind, but the truly special moments, the snapshots of our lives.