From JuJu with Love

My friends all tease me because I’m always the one saying,

“Wait! One more picture!”

Before dinner.

Before the show.

Before we leave the hotel.

Before anyone can even sit down.

There are eye rolls. Groans. Someone always says, “Julie, enough already.”

And apparently, I also have a very distinct selfie style. Every time I take a photo, my mouth is open — laughing, talking, or mid-sentence.

On a streetcar in New Orleans, I pulled out my phone to grab a quick selfie — probably with my mouth wide open like always, laughing or talking mid-sentence.

Before I could even take the next picture, Laurie laughed and said,

“Wait — let’s all pose like Julie.”

And suddenly everyone leaned in, mouths open, copying my ridiculous selfie face.

That’s when I realized my bad selfie habit had officially become our group pose.

And honestly? It might be my favorite photo of the whole trip.

My bad selfie habit had officially become our group pose.

But here’s the funny thing.

Years later, when someone is looking for a picture from a trip, a concert, a weekend away, or just a random night out, somehow I’m always the one who has it.

The photo becomes someone’s profile picture.

Or goes into a holiday card.

Or gets shared when we’re remembering someone we miss.

Or brings back a trip that feels like it happened yesterday.

In the moment, I’m the annoying friend holding things up for one more photo.

But later, those pictures become little time machines.

Sometimes the person taking the picture isn’t missing the moment.

Sometimes she’s saving it.

And honestly? I wouldn’t change a thing — open mouth and all.

From Juju with love 💙