We bought a laptop.
After having been without one for five years, and developing various forms of wrist and attention span maladies from operating only off of our phones and iPad, we decided to get a laptop when our six year old began to lament that she doesn't have any photo albums to look through.
I have an external hard drive with upwards of 30,000 photos on it, but when I put the tiny brown square box on the table and told her that it houses a lot of pictures of her and her sister, she didn't look impressed.
She wants actual tangible pictures to hold in her hands. Sheesh. Kids these days.
Seriously though, it is a bit shameful to have so many photos, and none that are actually printed and archived in books. Hence the need for the laptop: a device that will allow me to sift, sort, create, and hit print.
That is my goal for 2019.
To print photos.
It is a simple goal, which is all I want for this year.
My brother-in-law, when he texted us at midnight to wish us a happy new year, put it best when he announced with much Shakespearean proclivity that 2018 "can suck a dick". Even though this blog is my own, it feels a bit like a stranger at the moment, and the Internet seems vast and cruel, so I'm hesitant to share our year. Suffice to say though, it was hard and sad due to the death of my wonderful mother-in-law. February punched us in the stomach, and we were still gasping for air in September when she took her last breath.
So my goal this year is simple: to print the photos. To hold the memories. To make new ones.
And print those, too.