Do you print your pictures? Confession, I don’t. Lame, right? Skimming through the contents of my external hard drive, I came across this photo of Andrew and I. Chances are my grandchildren will not be cruising my Instagram feed in 25 years and see this picture. They will not pull out my external hard drive and dig through all the mislabeled files. Printing this picture, I can give them something real. Sure, it’s a snapshot. I’m sure the photos that will get handed down to them will be of more importance – our wedding photo, other important life events. But what they won’t see if this lives on my hard drive, is the everyday us. The us that isn’t perfectly made-up or in our Sunday best. The us they will miss is the real us. And that actually is the one I want them to know the most.