I did it for them. And for me, too, in a weird kind of way.
Pictures of me don’t turn up too often ’round these parts. I think my dear hubby has gotten used to me being the family camera-wielder. So every now and then, I have to get a little more purposeful in my endeavor to record my actual existence.
(Cue the Australian accent, “Crikey! We’ve spotted a Christy! Christys are very rare to capture out in the open like this. Watch, don’t spook her! She has a dangerous bite!”)
Yes, I can be weird. No, I don’t really bite.
Anyhoo, this past weekend, I asked Mike to take some simple shots of me just loving on my girls. I set up the camera, got into position with the kids, and he shot away. And I overlooked all of the flaws that normally keep me from venturing to *this* side of the camera, and just felt the love.
Best, most worthwhile 15 minutes I have spent in a long, long time.
We had some fun moments in between the lovey-dovey ones, too. Like when Macy decided to photo-bomb Claire and me.
And of course, monkey see, monkey do!
Those crack me up!
Both girls wanted a turn with the camera. Here’s Claire’s shot:
And here’s Macy’s. Just me.
Macy was done at this point, but Claire let me shoot a couple more of her. You’ve seen this first one already. I could get lost in those deep, dark eyes.
This last one is probably one of my all-time favorite photographs. Like, ever.
Sometimes, love really is all you need.