Life is like an oak tree … 

We start small, just an acorn planted in our mother’s womb. 

Then we grow, sprouting branches to the sky. 

Roots growing deeper into the soil in which we were planted. 

Love showered and shone on us from sources other than our own. 

Growing and knowing that there’s more to this life than can be seen. 

If you don’t pause and take a picture, the seasons will just fly by. 

If there are no photos, the memory will fall like a leaf. 

Every photo a memory; frozen in frame. 

Life is like an oak tree …