If I didn’t tell you that I’m five months late with posting these pictures, you probably wouldn’t have any idea, because fall and spring in San Diego look pretty similar. But I am late, because Procrastination is my middle name.
Wanna hear the cool thing, though? I actually printed these pictures out and I have them hanging around our house. Go figure that I got them up on the walls before I posted them around the internet. I know; I’m as shocked as you are.
They’re too good to keep hidden behind our home, though, so I had to get them up here. Because they’re perfect gems, and they embrace this season of life we’re in so perfectly, that I practically cry when I look at them—they’re that good.
The lovely Chrissy Walther Photography took them for us around Mother’s Day as a fundraiser for our local MOPS group, and I just love how patient she is with kids, and how she gets the job done beautifully.
I love that I have a photo of each of my kids, literally freeze-framing their little faces and capturing their features that makes them so unique.
They capture my son’s first few steps, his first two teeth, and his FANTASTIC hair. I mean, come. on! These are just dreamy.
They capture my girls embracing their young, carefree spirit.
I love that there’s a photo of my husband and I stealing a kiss, and several where they literally ran circles around us.
I love that I have pictures of my husband with his kids. He’s their everything, and he plays the roll of their Papa so freaking well, that I have to pinch myself, because…how did I get so lucky?
And I absolutely love this next one. The one that captures this stage of life absolutely perfectly: I see real life in this photo, and I immediately stopped and smiled when I first saw it; I felt all the feels. And then I started to nitpick all my faults, because that’s what we as women do, right?
But then I made myself stop, because this photo is actually quite perfect. It shows my son grasping onto me, because I’m his person. I see my three year old being the crazy toddler that she is, hiding and playing peek-a-boo with my dress; I see my five-year-old daughter a blink away from turning 15, and I see my husband smiling and seeing me through all my flaws, loving me just as I am.
And then I looked at me, with my belly popping out. I cringed when I saw my stomach “ruining” a perfect picture…but then I remembered that my belly and the stretch marks under that dress are reminders of the fact that I gave birth to three beautiful children. So, this is me, this is who I am, and who we are, and I adore it.
Do you regularly take family photos? I’m obsessed with taking them at least once a year. I know they’re something that we’ll treasure for years to come.