Nothing brings out the cameras like the first day of school. My oldest son, all 7.916 years (he turns 8 in October) had his first day of classes today. He said he was nervous all morning, but when that bus finally pulled around the corner and he saw the regular bus driver he hopped right on and off he went.

I have no idea what ever happened to the pictures from my first days of school. They aren’t that important to me now. I imagine they are in box at my mom’s house.  If I were to come across them I’d be thrilled and relive those first days like they were yesterday.

I suppose these photographs won’t be that important to my kids years from now, but, the thing is, they are important to me now.  And hopefully, like me, while they might have forgotten about them they would think it would be great to stumble upon them and relive their first days.  They make a memory.

So, if I could wedge one advertisement into this post it would be to get family photos – not just digital ones that will get lost when the computer crashes, or the email gets trashed.  Print some pictures, but them in a shoebox or an album and tuck them away to be found later once the initial thrill of hanging them on the fridge or setting them on the fireplace mantle goes away.   You’ll be glad you did.  So will your kids.