Weekender

There are only a few memories of mine when I have just wanted to enjoy the moments free from my camera. All of those memories are tinged with regret. Of course they are! Why would I ever think that a moment could be so wonderful that I would rather have the freedom than the photos? If its that good, I'll want it captured.
This weekend I actually just left my phone home for nearly 72 hours straight. I have no evidence of when my mom suggested we go to India palace and the beautiful food there. I have no photos of us girls at the bijou market afterwards, or thrifting for the rest of the afternoon. I have no documentation of the sleepover with madie and all the cleaning I made her do. No tangible memory of Ginny sleeping with madie that night, the bowls of cereal and rainy windows the next morning, the hour or so we spent getting ready and trying on all my clothes and makeup. Me convincing mad to do curly hair. No photos of Seth and I snuggling for a few hours Saturday afternoon and the soft tears on his tan, stubbly chin as we watched hunger hits home on food network.
I was more free though, without the constant urge to snap photos. I took mental images and maybe those are more special because they are only mine. I feel recharged after this rainy, fresh weekend and ready to embrace the new week. Plus, all the more reason to go for Indian, thrifting, sleepovers and tear jerkers for Seth next weekend!

I did get one really amazing photo on accident, actually. Along with this one of us two while Seth ran into the store for sweeties.