December 22, 2014

The Thing About Timehop

Timehop is this time capsule app that lets you see exactly what pictures and updates you posted on this exact date in history, and I happen to think it's pretty much the best app to ever hit Facebook.

Sometimes I'm dramatic, but I do think I might be right about this.

See, the best and worst thing about Facebook is the fleeting nature of it all. Whether you have something wise to say, a quippy quote to re-Tweet, a picture of tonight's dessert or the reunion with your mom's sister's family, it's all going to get buried in just a few minutes. It's gone as soon as you post it, for better or for worse.FullSizeRender

But now Timehop has come along and graciously unfolded a million days, one at a time.

Once a day, I can sign on and find what I've said every year until now. It's a walk down the cobbled stones of memory lane.

I might get a picture of when my three year old said, "Mommy, I really like your very human hair."

Or when this dialogue ensued, "Mommy, do you know what God says? He says, 'Don't say 'butthead.'" Yes, in a roundabout way, he sure does. He says, 'Be kind to one another.' Interpret as needed.

Or when four-year-old Tucker encountered pulp in his orange juice and said, "I don't like juice with so much hair in it."

And when Tyler decided to give us all nicknames: Lunchbox, Pound Cake, and Sparkle Head.

Or on Thanksgiving a few years ago, when I noted, "You know you're at your mom's house when you can show up without a recipe, half the ingredients, or a pan for your assigned dish."

Or when the boys set up the nativity and argued over Baby Jesus until his arm broke off.

Or when I heard these first sounds from the boys' bedroom: "Tucker! Don't play with me! I'm reading a book!" Which is a wakeup call I can support entirely.

Or the unfortunate day two years ago when I said, "A grown woman should not reach into the toaster."

Or the day when I gave Tyler a hot dog for lunch and he informed me he only eats hot dogs on Sunday and Monday.

Or the day five years ago when I said, "My home smells like Robb's Christmas lasagna."

Or this morning's update that reminded me of four years ago today, when I said, "My husband has Influenza A. He is highly contagious, highly quarrantined, and highly at risk without a spleen. Our Christmas just took a major shift. And I am very, very sad."

And of course I know what tomorrow will say.

Time marches on, the days unfold, and stories happen in statuses (stati?) whether you're paying attention or not.

You'd think I have a love-hate relationship with Timehop. But mostly I just love it.

Thank you, Timehop. You've made it all a little less fleeting. And you are proof that it all happened.  My husband lived.  And so have I.

It has really, truly happened.

3 comments on “The Thing About Timehop”

  1. I have been thinking about all of you this morning. My thoughts and prayers to you for a simple and grace filled day.

  2. Beautiful!! I love how you have allowed God to bring you to this season while also offering your life as a blessing to others. May you and your sweet boys feel completely enveloped in Christ's great love this Christmas!

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