A Memory Worth Making

It was almost bedtime last night before I found a few minutes to unwind and relax. It's like that around the holidays, but the fellowship with family and friends is always a welcome thing. But after all the activity, I needed a few minutes to myself to unwind.

So it was with a sinking feeling that I called out, "Come in," when there was a tentative knock at the door.

My teenage, almost adult, daughter opened the door and sat down on the bed.

"Need something?" I asked.

"No. Just bored," she said.

And so we talked for a while about nothing. I showed her a fun feature on my Mac - Photo Booth - where you can not only take a photo of yourself, but you can morph it into all kinds of different effects just for the fun of it. We tried a few and soon were laughing out loud.



One photo led to another, and we discovered a few things - what I would have looked like as a man, how we would look as comic book characters, and how we'd appear as x-rays. Pure silly stuff.

Another knock on the door, and my youngest wanted to see what all the commotion was about. We took a few more - screaming down a rollercoaster, morphed into carnival fun-mirror images. And the more we snapped, the more we laughed.

When we finally said good night, we were all still smiling. I had the rest of the night to unwind, and this unexpected interruption into my quiet had turned out to be the highlight of my day.