I have a love/hate relationship with Timehop. It often makes me sad, but I wouldn’t trade the photos, the memories, and the emotions for anything.
To the outside world, and probably even the person taking the picture and the other people in it, it is a simple, sweet photo of a family.
For me, all I can see is what’s not there. Noah. I should have been 37 weeks pregnant. Or even had him with us. We should never have been able to go on that hike to that scenic place. My in-laws (who took the picture) shouldn’t be there. They should have waited another month and a half to come visit the new baby.
It’s all in the eye of the beholder.