Photographs have brought me so much over the years. The portraits my dad took of my mom when they first started dating. The snapshots of my great grandparents, standing in front of the juniper bush that still stands on my grandmother’s homestead. Images of me on my honeymoon, on my first day of kindergarten, on a summer saturday in the backyard at 28. The beautiful part? So many people took those photos, and they all contributed to the record of my life. What a gift that is.