In my upstairs hallway, I have a lovely framed family picture. It was a winter photo shoot, so there is snow in the background, and the girls are wearing adorable boots and shawls, and I’m wearing a sweater and looking happy, and my hair was cute that day. There’s just one problem. There are only two little girls in this picture, and I have four children. It’s just that I’ve been waiting for a good time to organize another family photo. When there’s no baby, when I get a haircut, when someone’s bangs grow out, when Anton decides family photos are a good idea.
But I’m realizing that that time will never come.
There will never be a moment when everyone in a family of six is simultaneously looking their best.
I will always have a kid who can’t figure out how to smile for pictures, even if they are trying their best.
Two kids, even.
There will always be kids who don’t wear what I want them to wear, even when I bribe them with ice cream.
There will always be someone whose hair needs to grow out, or be cut.
I will never look as young as I do in my wedding photos, or as thin.
Anton will never think a family photo shoot sounds like a fun plan (but as long as he’s willing to pretend, why does he need to?)
But I decided to finally have the pictures taken anyway. Because I knew that some of them would be beautiful.
And all of the pictures capture a moment in time that I won’t ever get back. My kids will grow out of this painful-smile phase, and then I’ll be glad I have the pictures to remember it.
*All photos from this post were taken by Lisa, at Starts with a Kiss Event Services. Click this link to find her Facebook page!