This is play, truly. This is what “watch me be the sunset Daddy!” looks like. This is the rejoinder to the complaint that life is documented more than it is lived. For us, it’s both, all at once. We write our story, and tell it, and sometimes the telling shapes the writing, and sometimes the writing shapes the telling, but always, it’s ours. Our story.
(How many times have I addressed this complaint? And the related complaint that POSTING PICTURES OF YOUR CHILDREN IS A BAD THING STOP? I just flat out disagree, so.) (PS This is also a pretty good response to related complaints. Why, no, I won’t put down my phone/camera/MemoryGrabber 2000. But thank you for minding my business.)