my first instagram account was born around the same time as august, a little less than two years ago. it was a private account i shared with family + friends with the intention of keeping everyone up with our new little family by posting daily photos of august. [#augustdaily for those looking to kill some time, while glossing over adorable baby mugshots] mostly, it was created for august's grandmothers - both of which live too far away to see him on a regular basis - so i made the commitment to take a picture of him every day of his first year of life. i did pretty well too, only missed a handful of days.
i laugh when i think about how seriously i took this personal project of mine. it began at a time before i had a "real" camera so the image of me standing over my infant son with an ipad, hitting the camera button with rapid-fire succession brings a slightly embarrassed smile to my face. and the time i spent with my nose inches from the screen sliding back and forth between nearly-identical photos to determine the best shot is a pretty funny one too or how i pinned over the *right* caption (i am still SO not good at captions. if only andy and i could combine powers... he's brilliant at one-liners and quips.)
that account has gone abandoned for months now, but i've kept it open and occasionally find myself logging on just to scroll through the past. i'm so grateful for having a visual journal of august's first year, but therein lies the conundrum of modern memory keeping: it's all either online or lost somewhere on a hard drive. nothing necessarily wrong with that, but i've always been a sensitive person in the sense that i prefer using as many of my senses possible (record number of uses of the word "sense" in one sentence! plus all those sssss! i'm on fire!). i like the feel of pages between my fingers, the soft sound of the spine when it cracks open, the sight of vibrant colors from saturated photos, and one day, the sweet musty smell of yellowed pages.
that's when i finally broke out the beautiful baby journal claudin got me and i sent alllll those pictures to print. i'm slowly making my way, documenting the milestones and relieving those precious moments. the book is far from complete and i've missed a lot, but having this collection of anecdotes and images makes me so glad i started that little project all that time ago. august has already asked me to read him the "baby" book, which already kind of just makes it worth every silly effort.
this is part of a linkup with oftreesandhues and taravictoria where you can find other interpretations on nostalgia.