As a child I always loved looking through family photo albums, pouring over the images that my mother took, diving headfirst back into the memories that had begun to fade. I remember as a kid opening the wooden hutch where all the albums were kept and pulling out the books and just sitting on the ground looking through the images for hours. Starting with the most recent book and going back, and back, and back, until I had looked through everything.
Looking through the history of our family. The trips through to german castles, birthdays, holidays, and even the bad times like hospital stays when I was struck by a car, or when I broke my arm, or fractured my skull (I apparently had a death wish, despite my parent’s best efforts). But these photo albums became our families history and when you went far enough back it you got to see where it all started. You got to see where our family began, with just the two of them. You got to see the struggle, how they had little means but so much love. And through that love bloomed a life that was one worth documenting.
To me the albums that we create become the first heirloom of each family. They are the starting point for each of us, the beginning of our story as a growing family, and the belief that it doesn’t matter where you begin as long as you being with love