This is what my family looks on a perfect day. It only happens once every few years, and it’s about as perfect as we can get.
The rest of the time, my family looks like this. We are lucky to all be looking at the camera! Usually one of us is missing (no Britta below), and we can’t seem to manage to look happy (or at least not mad) at the same time.
Someday when I’m 98 and in a nursing home (or hopefully living with one of my kids so they can wait on me hand and foot), I will still love those rare, so-called perfect family photos. But I think I’m going to really love and miss the times that those crazy, goofy, imperfect family pictures represent.
I’m going to miss when Kelsey crossed her eyes in every single picture, even her beautiful Nutcracker photos. No amount of scolding or bribing could get her to stop.
I’m going to love remembering when Britta stuck her tongue out in pictures. Every. Single. Time.
I will miss when Blaise refused to stop giving people bunny ears. I will probably even miss when Erica or Drake punched him because he wouldn’t stop with the freaking bunny ears.
All those pictures where Maren kept sticking her hand down my shirt, desperately begging to nurse? I already miss those.
Those frustrating pictures of clinging, crying babies? How about the nose-picking, bed head, hands-in-the-pants photos? I will love them all.
Family isn’t about being perfect. It’s about loving and laughing anyway. I do not (and will not) measure my success by the amount of perfect moments I experience in life. I will cherish the blessing of laughter amidst the chaos.
“…live in a manner worthy of the call you have received, with all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another through love, striving to preserve the unity of the spirit through the bond of peace.” Ephesians 4:1-4