If youâ€™re my friend on facebook then you might have seen the Week In The Life photos Iâ€™ve been posting. Last week I adopted the role of photojournalist for my familyâ€™s everyday life. Okay, to be truthful, when I looked back at my photos for the week to see what I could observe about each family member I realized that my documenting skewed toward my own everyday life, more than my familyâ€™s.
Thereâ€™s not as much to learn about Trinityâ€™s week, for instance, as there is to learn about my own. I did get a lot of Izzyâ€™s day to day, though, and made some observations I thought interesting enough to share.
From my series of photos I proved that Izzy is almost always physically attached to technological devices, especially those involving video. Let me illustrateâ€¦
If you know Izzy at all, you already know that about him. What you may not know is that when his hands are not gripping technology, they are sometimes strumming a guitarâ€¦
And every few weeks his hands are buying me the most beautiful bouquets of flowersâ€¦
They cook dinner with me (and I confess his hands do more cooking these days than mine do)…
They take the kids to school every morning while my hands are lifting weights or supporting an alligator pose or plank or cutting through the air while I run on the treadmill…
…and pick the kids up with me after school ends.
They even keep the kids and the dogs busy so I can have a daily Me-Time…
What I failed to capture from the week is how you will truly find Izzy and me physically attached to each other even more often than you will find him attached to a piece of video equipment or computer or other device. I donâ€™t mean to get graphic here. Weâ€™re just affectionate. Iâ€™m pretty sure that my kidsâ€™ memories of their mom and dad will involve a lot of the hugs, the piggy-back rides, the hand-holding, the kissing, the laughing and teasing about stuff we hope they donâ€™t understand yet.
I know if the day eventually comes when my contact with Izzy will have to be through memories, it is the physical affection that I will remember. The kisses on the back of my neck that give me chills. The massages. His rock-hard biceps. The smooth nape of his neck that I like to feel while heâ€™s driving. The warm spooning in bed. The dancing. Lots of dancing. The way he sweeps me up around his waist. How, if Iâ€™m wearing a mini-skirt when we arrive at the school to pick up the kids, he loves to offer me his back and ask, â€œPiggy-back ride?â€
These are the types of physical contact images I failed to capture. Hmmm . . . maybe I have a new photo project to work on soon.