I am the worst at taking selfies. The. Worst. I cannot seem to figure out how to get my face to look good, hold the camera still, and get my horse to not shove out of the way. I usually try to take 10 or so shots just to get one hopefully mediocre selfie.
I’m also not that good at taking photos. Sometimes I think I have a great photo idea, snap a bunch of shots, only to find that none of them work well and then I have nothing to put in my blog posts. *sigh*
But the worst thing to me is that I’m just not a good photo subject. My features are all a little too soft and my smile is crooked, my hair is always a mess. I could go on. I can’t tell you how many shots I have the boy take just to share one or two of them here on the blog. Agony, I tell you. And sometimes I just say screw it because the best one of Gus is rarely the best one of me and he’s the star of the show.
But all of this is to say that I’m thankful to have the memories. Every bad selfie. Every silly little video of my horse doing nothing. Every repetitive ear shot.
This last year dealing with the syndicate and Dandy has been hard. But then a picture will pop up on Facebook from years ago of me and Dandy and it will make me smile from ear to ear. And that’s why I take all the photos I can with Gus. Because someday I’ll need those moments.
Even the blurry ones.