i saw a picture of myself the other day. a picture from a long time ago. i must have been about seven or eight years old. i was on the beach. in florida. with my family.
but the thing is... i have no memory of ever being on the beach. in florida. with my family.
my mom was in the picture. and my brother. and even my dad. but only briefly.
and it reminded me of my own family today. in a way. and how pictures never really tell the entire story. but only glimpses. into the past.
and just then, i was reminded of something my best friend passed on to me recently. about my own family. and about how important it is to build memories today. so that my kids can have something to look back on. tomorrow.
and i must admit that i looked kinda happy in that picture. like i was enjoying myself. like i was enjoying my time with my family. on the beach. in florida.
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