The 2011 Story of Us in the Ever-Elusive Perfect Christmas Pictures
It all started when Mike and I decided a picture card was where it was at when it was Christmas and we had our first 8-month-old and we used a florescent lamp to light the situation because we knew we loved our little one but knew nothing of photography. It took a whole roll of film (yes, film, and drug store developing — the dark ages).
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speed. We used this snapshot from a fall trip to the mountains. I was grieved by their everyday clothes and the fact that although she denies it to this today, it looks like Reagan had snipped the left half of her bangs right off. But for all this picture was lacking, the mountainous backdrop and the proud big brother more than made up for it.
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2010: It almost didn't happen again. But posting all these pictures last year inspired me to overcome the whining, fighting, dressing, and pretending to smile for the camera. We snapping this one without incident after church the last Sunday before Christmas, just in time to make my Christmas cards late. Perfect.
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2011: They're older now, and it no longer takes much fuss to produce perfect Christmas card pictures. But what we've lost in effort, we've gained in maturity and memories. It's taken the last couple of years for me to realize that perfect doesn't happen when a shutter flickers open and closed. Perfect happens when you look back over the years and find that every imperfect moment was a blessing anyway.
2 comments
ALWAYS love seeing these pictures again and again, (cried through them). God has been so faithful to us! So many memories, and ALL of them good! What a blessing to have been given these gifts - for that is what they are. Thanks Dawn for posting my favorite people in all the world :)
ReplyDeleteGreat post & memories - they're growing up. Makes me feel old, but in a good way.
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