Scrolling through my iPhone, I came across a picture of my husband and I, taken at the Grand Californian Hotel at Disneyland Resort, last August. In the photo we posed casually; the epitome of summer vacay mode, enjoying the hot Cali climate.
To the detached observer, the picture is unremarkable. Two thirty-somethings, a sunny local, a side embrace. To us, it’s a little more meaningful.
It was, in fact, the first photo we’d taken together since 2009.
Apparently, there are things we don’t do.
However, generalizing this way is grossly incorrect. It’s true; we don’t take photos together. But maybe it’s just a symptom of a much greater problem, and I should really be describing it as such:
We don’t make time to get in the picture.
We don’t make date night a priority.
We don’t put enough value on capturing our own memories.
We don’t emphasize our uniqueness as a couple.
We don’t insist on acknowledging that our roles as husband and wife are just as important as our roles as father and mother. …