At first, I didn’t want to use this photo: You can see the edge of the car window and a bit of glare reflecting from the glass.
But then I thought: Why not share it? Yes it was clearly taken from a car while passing, but doesn’t that just prove that it was, truly, a moment in time? That I saw it and experienced it. That my family and I drove through the Rocky Mountains and marveled at the snow-capped peaks in the middle of June.
We worry about perfection so often. And I am no different. Wanting to do your best is admirable, but perhaps perfection isn’t. More often, hindsight shows us that the imperfections are what makes a memory, what makes a moment.
The favorite stories from life’s most precious events are rarely the ones when things went according to plan. The detour on a vacation, the unexpected problem at a wedding, the Christmas morning that was more hectic than magical…. These are the moments that give us inside jokes and little moments of love and understanding.
Who needs perfection? What we need are memories.
So here’s my imperfect photo: Framed by a car window and smudged with glares.
It’s one of my favorite memories.