Memories

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.

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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*

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Even the blurry ones.