I recently signed up for a 4 week online workshop called “The Preservation Project” which focuses on intentionally preserving our photos and stories for future generations. It’s week one and this project has already had a huge impact on me. First, I finally sat down to go through the thousands of images on my phone (literally thousands…ten thousand to be exact!). Secondly, I ordered my first of many Chatbooks to have all my Instagram images in print.
Next on the list was to think about your memories that you want to have documented and make plans to photograph them and write down the stories. As I was going through my past Instagrams I came across an image from 2013 of my Husband playing softball and it made me realize just how important that part of our story was to us.
Here’s the story:
We met in February 1998. One month later we traveled together to Florida so that he could attend an open audition for our local AAA Baseball Team, The St Paul Saints. (Side note: my best friend told me that I would either come back and be annoyed with him that we would break up, or so in love that we would get married….it was the latter.)
The summer that followed was spent at Men’s softball tournaments. Every weekend we would travel to tournaments, camp for the weekend while he and his teammates played softball. The wives and girlfriends of the players became like a tight group of friends, and summer nights were spent fireside with plenty of beer and drinks.
I fell in love with him a thousand times that summer.
Twenty years later (has it been that long?!) he still plays on and off for various teams. It’s always been his thing, his way to get out and have fun and still enjoy the sports he loves so much. Both of our girls have grown up with memories of watching their Daddy play.
Over the past couple years his work schedule hasn’t allowed him to play as much as he would like, and seeing that photo from 2013 made me realize that this is a part of our story that will eventually end and I wanted to intentionally document it. It just so happened that he had a game that same night so I grabbed my camera and did just that. It’s not AAA Baseball, or his childhood dream of playing baseball professionally, but it’s him connecting to something he loves to do. Showing our children that play is good, and to never stop doing something you love.
Every time I watch him play I am flooded with memories of our first summer together, and I fall in love with him a thousand more times.
I encourage everyone to stop and think about what stories they want preserved…before its too late.