Pictures Tell The Story…or Do They?

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For the past few days, I’ve been sorting out photos on my computer and my backup drive for printing for my daughter’s senior board.
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It’s something I planned to do earlier on in the year, but being sick for five weeks means I am still playing catch up, even after many nights of going to bed way too late.
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As we’ve gone through the photos, she and I, we’ve been laughing ourselves silly at some of the stranger pictures we’ve taken over the years. Again and again I have heard “I was so small!”and “I was so cute!”.
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It’s funny to hear her say that she was so small; as her mother, I have often marveled at how fast the years have gone by and how she has grown.
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I guess looking at the pictures has the same effect on her as looking at her does on me.
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My daughter has two dads. Both love her and are affectionate towards her, and it was interesting to see the differences.
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One was almost always posed while the other could be found snuggling, making silly faces (yes, those are posed, too), coaching soccer or working.
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For the latter, it was obvious that I had caught him doing some of the things he does best – working and completing jobs around the home and spending time with our daughter. And obviously, since I’m married to him, I get more pictures of everyday moments with him than I do of my ex.
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My ex has shared photos with me of his visits with her here where we live, and where he lives.
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Even those are posed, but perhaps it is because no one has a camera or phone readily available when he is doing stuff with her.
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Whatever the reason for the difference, it was interesting to observe the contrast.
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