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. …