Hereâ€™s why: You will not always be the age you are today, and someday you, or someone who loves you will want to look at these pictures, lingering over the way you looked so beautiful right in that moment, in good light with the wind in your hair.
This is something Iâ€™ve been thinking about a lot lately. How life moves at an exponential speed. When youâ€™re two, one year is half your life. When youâ€™re thirtyâ€”a year is one thirtieth. Time compresses, blurs, flutters, but always moves forwards, and with it, you. Always changing. Who you are right now will be a smudge on the window of memory in a handful of years. Take some pictures. Like a watermark or a timestamp. Something to remind you. What are you like, right now?
Iâ€™m at this point in my life where Iâ€™ve just started to notice that Iâ€™m aging. Tiny crows feet dance at the corners of my eyes; a furrow between my brows forever marks the way I frown. Some days, when I kneel in front of the mirror with my little boy, his skin fresh and flawless, I am startled by how changed I am. How old I look. Of course, I know that for someone a dozen or two years older than I, nearly thirty is spring-chicken young. But thatâ€™s what I mean: sometimes in the moment itâ€™s hard to just appreciate.
So go do it.