I am prone to picking myself apart in photos. It is a bad habit I learned at a very early age that I will vulnerably admit is still a lingering issue. I find every flaw and insecurity and turn something beautiful that was meant to preserve a moment in time into my personal dart board.
But today I present to you the photo that has become the exception.
When I first saw this photo, all I could think about was the day I took it.
The promise fulfilling life I lived.
The mental peace I felt.
The spontaneous adventures I took.
The memories I made.
The future that was being created.
The person I had the privilege to share it all with.
My eyes did not go outward to my “flaws” but inward to my heart. Designed by love. Handcrafted and built from hope.
I look at this photo and I see joy. And joy has no imperfections. 🦋