I used to have a bad habit of not taking photos of my children at home unless everything was perfect and planned—the lighting, the background, the outfits.  It used to drive me nuts if I would take a photo of them in the moment, then notice all the distracting elements around.  I would delete the photos.

Fortunately, it didn’t take me too long to come to my senses.  I realize (and actually realized long ago) that the little moments we see that pass so quickly soon become big moments when we look back at them over time.