Camera + photo = memories

I love cameras and I love taking photos. Together they capture memories. It doesn't have to be a fancy camera. It doesn't have to be a well-composed photo. It just has to capture that moment to jog those memory banks. Here are a couple that will make me laugh in years to come...

Little Miss M got a butterfly costume for Christmas. It consisted of butterfly wings, a butterfly headband and a butterfly wand. On Christmas night, after playing around with her gifts, Little Miss M decided that she wanted to wear her butterfly costume.

Uh huh - her butterfly costume and nothing else. Oh the innocence of this moment. She was proud as punch of this costume and her ingenuity of putting it on herself.

The upside down butterfly - the icing on the cake.

I'm still laughing.

Here's another moment in time - and really a moment in time. Baby Mac and auntie enjoying each others company. Enjoying a bit too much, maybe?

As I had neglected to write it in my previous post - Happy New Year, everyone!! I hope last year was filled with beautiful memories and that this year brings you more beautiful memories.

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