We have no pictures of the kids playing under the fake snow on the church patio after Christmas Eve service. No pictures of anyone sipping hot cocoa in front of the fire that night.
There are no pictures of me, bleary eyed, wrapping Christmas presents for a few hours after midnight.
None of the kids tearing into them in mere seconds.
Or them playing with their gifts all morning.
Except for a couple of pictures of food*, there are no pictures of our family's Christmas this year. It's not because I accidentally lost the images. I purposely decided not to take any pictures. Crazy, I know! It's just that I thought it might be nice to simply enjoy each other and experience the holiday without making our moments stop for a photograph.
It felt unnatural at first. I kept holding myself back from pulling out the phone or reaching for the camera. There were so many moments I wanted to capture! But there was this strange sensation overriding my compulsive need to snap a shot. It was a mixture of relaxation and joy. It was so just so...
Nice to enjoy my family. To enjoy seeing the special moments with my own eyes, as opposed to through a lens or phone. Nice to just be present. Eventually, not only did I not reach for the camera or the phone, but by the end of the day, I couldn't even tell you where the devices were.
Ironically, this was one of the sweetest Christmases we've experienced in a few years. I could feel regret that I didn't get any shots of it, but I think I may be correct in assuming that being present had everything to do with the fact that it was such a sweet day.
Hope your holidays were just as sweet.
*The pictures of food were taken only because my husband asked that we capture his first racks of lamb grilled on the Big Green Egg. Don't let the amateur shot fool you. They were delicious!