I stared down at my newborn baby girl sleeping snugly in my arms. I loved the way her lips pooched out with the sweetest little pucker imaginable. I couldn’t stop holding her tiny, wrinkled fingers and toes. I desperately tried to memorize the way her froggy legs loved to be fetal-like still – cradling her little pot belly with a fading umbilical cord on top. Her long eye lashes swept her chubby cheeks and just watching her breathe would be endless entertainment for me. The days flew by – weeks and months turned into years. All my honest attempts of memorizing the details of our daughter faded quickly. I wish I would have invested more into professional photography of her during those priceless moments. I may never be able to remember every detail that makes up her childhood, but at least now I know I can always take a picture. Don’t procrastinate capturing those moments that one day you will wish could have lasted forever. Even the best of our memories is never photographic.