When Memories Fail You...

...you need something to help you to remember. 

Which is why I love my photobooks. 

I have many books on many topics. Yearly highlights, honeymoon, pregnancies, kids’ first years and birthdays. You see, when you get older (ehem), it gets harder for you to recall a specific moment. Pictures help trigger those memories, but not only that, they can also bring you back to that particular moment. Almost like teleporting. 

Obviously, I have no scientific data to proof this so you’re just gonna have to trust me on this. =D

When I flip through our honeymoon book, they remind me of, you know, things. *giggles* New experience everyday. When I flip through my first pregnancy book, I see myself in the white room I was in, feeling conscious of my bulging belly, unsure of how to pose in front of the photographer, the kinda fake smiles I did (because honestly I am the least photogenic person I've ever known). I also remember how fascinated I was with a curtain panel our photographer used to conceal his kitchen's entrance, and I remember thinking, “eh kalau aku ada rumah nanti I want to hide my kitchen with panels like those”. I still want those panels, but  I can’t decide if they’d look good in my house.

Then there is Kimi's First 100 days. To be honest, without the albums, I wouldn't even be able to recognise Kimi from his baby pictures. I mean, all babies look the same. Tiny and wrinkly. Cute, nonetheless, but, come on.  Babies are supposed to be cute. Then there is a book for yearly highlights. Hakimi masuk sekolah in 2012, and there is a full page dedicated to his first day in school. You know I cried? Yes I cried on my son's very first day in school. There is a full page spread for his first sports day. I cried too. I could still feel the sense of pride I felt when I saw him marching on the running track, so comel with two pom poms tied to his wrists. 

Then came 2013, I made a book for  Hadi's First Year. Yang ni belum sentimental lagi sebab baru jadi kan? But yeah. You get the drift, I'll get sentimental when I flip through the book prolly another 3 years down the road. 

I could go on and on, but like I said, you get the drift. I love my photobooks. It's a way for me to express my feelings, much like this blog, but with pictures.