A friend posted this on Facebook today, and it struck me, as I am sure it strikes a lot of other women. Just this weekend I was walking around outside with my girls after chatting with some neighbors. I noticed that the grassy field at the end of our street was covered with dandelions that had gone to seed and I remembered seeing lots of cute shots online of kids spreading dandelion seeds. I ran inside and grabbed my camera and the girls and I headed off to the grass. We all sat down and I starting taking pictures of my little ladies while I toyed with my settings.
The girls wanted to take turns taking pictures too. I told them they could take pictures of each other with my help but they both insisted, “No! I want to take your picture!” Ugh. T-shirt, pony tail and all day on the go…but really, this is me. I am not kidding anyone, I never wear make up, always wear my glasses (too lazy for morning contact and make up routines). This is me.
I took the pictures off of the camera last night and I skipped right past these. And today, I read about Aleida and as much as I would like my proof to be in my words…that is a better “picture” of me than anything a camera can capture. I want my girls to remember me in their photographs no matter where I am physically, because taking their photos and being a part of the photo worthy moments has made my life worth remembering. Here is my proof.
We may need to work on Thea’s photography skills…