I have a Polaroid of my dad from when I was about six or seven. I remember taking it of him. He had a short beard at the time similar to whatever I have going on. I was reminded of that when this developed.
I rarely print my photos. A photograph that you can hold in your hand brings out a different feeling than viewing on a screen. I bought my girls a Polaroid Snap and Fuji Instax to give them a way to make their own prints. It inspired me to dig out my own Instax 210 and play around with it. This was just a quick snap and it wasn't meant to be anything special, but years from now, it will remind me of this day. If I took it on a digital camera, I might not have kept it. Moments that don't seem important today might mean more to you later.
While this film is expensive, it's an investment in memories. You don't get to judge it beforehand, delete it and try again. It takes whatever it sees, captures it, and you get what you get. It's honest, whether you like it or not. It's like life in that there are no do-overs. It teaches you to make the most out of each moment. Life is precious, and you only get the one, so remember what's most important. Love. Patience. Mercy. Grace.