Three days spent in San Remo. Three days to just be. An openness to let life stall on hold, while we sat and watched the ocean. Eating, drinking and sharing conversations. A weekend spent just being family.
What is family? The complexity of the answer can leave you twisted in riddles.
Family is waking up to the smell of breakfast cooking. Scrambled eggs. Bacon. Hash browns served in a colander. Toast and strawberries.
Family is blueberry pancakes. Made to imperfection. Family is claiming the last one just for you.
Family is finding treasures and exploring. Sharing imaginations. Escaping together.
Family is too many photos. Each image capturing a moment. Telling a story.
Family is holding hands. Holding hands in prayer together, across oceans. Holding hands together, across the fence.
Family is spending weeks busy and consumed in our own lives, then being able to pick up again like we only saw each other yesterday.
Family is both the path you travel on and the destination.
My family is the burden that I carry and the solace to my soul. From behind the camera I capture the memories, immortalising each one. Yet, the images are empty without the people. People who can tell the stories. Stories that have no room for ego or hate. Stories that are shared with one common connection, family.
As time passes and our road trips continue the destinations will keep changing. The moments will always be different. The memories may even fade. But the soul will never forget just how important it is to have family. Just how important it is to keep adding links to the chain.
How do you define family?
