08/17/2026
If my cloud crashed tomorrow and I lost every photo on my phone, I would be devastated.
But I wouldnāt lose the story of my family.
And I think about that more often than you might expect (or maybe exactly as constantly as you imagine š¤£)
I have thousands upon thousands of photos of my girls on my phone.
The ordinary stuff: the wild morning hair, the random cute s**t they do on a Tuesday, the soccer games, the ice cream mustaches, the family vacationsā¦ you name it, Iāve got a picture of it.
If my cloud got wiped out tomorrow, hell yes I would be CRUSHED.
But I would also be incredibly grateful, because the photographs that tell the biggest pieces of our story donāt live in my cloud.
Theyāre in albums, theyāre on my walls, theyāre printed.
Our biggest milestones, the seasons I never want to forget, the photos that make me stop when I walk past them because I canāt believe my girls were ever that littleā¦ those memories all have somewhere else to live š
And lately Iāve been wonderingā¦ what happens to the 30,000 photos on our phones someday?
When our children are adults and we finally hand them access to decades of cloud storage are they really going to sit down and look through all of it? Or would they prefer the cliff notes?
Would they even know where to begin?
I donāt think they need or will want every photo weāve ever taken. But I do think they deserve a collection of photographs that say:
This was your childhood.
This was our family.
This is how truly, madly, deeply you were loved.
Not every single one needs to be printed, you can let the thousands of beautiful, ridiculous, ordinary in-between moments live on your phone.
But donāt let the ones that tell the story of your family live there and only there.
Print them ā„ļø Let your kids grow up seeing them on the walls.
ā- Iām not photographing your family for your camera roll. Iām photographing them for the life that happens after it. āā
