I love how you hold so many of our precious memories and images that I'm sure would have already escaped my swiss-cheese mind. And I love how our friends and family can look at you, wherever they are, to see what we've been up to.
But I also hate the stress of keeping you up. Sometimes I dream of the days before you and photoshop were around and wonder what I did with all that disposable time.
And I hate to say it, but my life would be so much easier without you. Undocumented, but easier.
What to do?
I'm so torn.
(photo by Zane)