Somewhere along our trip back from Thailand Nick had his camera stolen. We dealt with it casually at first because most of our honeymoon pictures were, thankfully, taken on my camera & he’s been wanting an upgrade anyways. But this morning I started to realize what images were lost and I began to feel upset. The beautiful Thai water dancers, the reflections of bright yellow flowers in a pool of water, our fancy sunset honeymoon dinner. So sad.

I’ve actually been losing things more often lately and it’s forced me to remember the impermanence of things and the fact that grasping is pointless. After all, unless I one day get amnesia/dementia (at which point, still does it matter?), I’ll always have my memories.