The other day I was sorting through photos on my computer, trying to get organized with folders and labels and external hard drives and things of that nature when I stumbled across a big batch of Greece photos that I never even edited. I got sucked in, big time, and spent two straight hours looking at pictures from our magical trip last year.
And, well, it made me a tiny bit sad. Sad in a nostalgic way of course, knowing that we are in a new season of life now—a wonderful, joyous, wouldn’t-trade-it-for-anything season—but, a new season nonetheless. And, well, the thing is…sometimes I miss the old season. I think that’s normal, just like I know the day will come when Everett is driving away to college (yes, driving, not flying), and I will terribly miss this season, the season of first baths and first smiles and mountains of diapers and middle-of-the-night baby cries.
I know I post a lot of pictures from this season (pictures of Everett, not necessarily of the mountains of diapers), but this week I am going to step into my virtual time machine and feature some of my favorite photos from our seven days in Santorini…
