I love this picture of Christopher. It was taken when Paul was in Taiwan last month. Almost every night Christopher slept on the floor at the foot of my bed, “So that you can have company.” The girls would get up in the morning, come into my room and wake him up too. They would climb in with me and we would talk together before getting up.
My window faces east so I get that soft and lovely morning light. When my kids are lit by it with their faces crushed and their hair all tousled from sleep I almost can’t take their beauty. I wish I could see them like that all day.
I hesitated to post this before because I don’t like the way I look in it, but I’m at a point that I don’t want to hold back sharing my kids’ beauty because it might reveal my awkwardness or what I consider my own ugliness.
And by ugliness I refer to my attitudes and actions that reveal a lack of love, not a dork haircut.
I’ve so enjoyed your reliance on your Mac for photos of your kids, and your unwillingness to hold back beautiful images of them, precisely because it means you are in so many of the photos, honest and unabashed.
I’ve wondered how it has impacted you to have to post so many photos of yourself. It has seemed to me like a very forced and deliberate attempt at transparency, and it must be doing a work in your heart somehow.
The skillfully written word can communicate whatever you want it to, but photos rarely lie.
OK, I have chosen to move from a “blog stalker” to a “blog commenter-girl” because you drove me to it…are you freakin’ kidding me???
I love this picture – regardless of all the &*(^?, you are a great mom, not perfect (thank God), you love those kids and the Big One – what a beautiful picture of both of you!! Can I shake you please…look closely, lady, see what I see…Love you!
Sheri,
I know ugly is a harsh word and in this context I meant it as a metaphor, although the “awkwardness” was straight up. I mean slap some glasses on me and you have Billie Jean King straight out of the 70’s. But who cares, the woman was a champion.
I canNOT believe you commented and so full of righteous indignation and love. I hope you know it’s fully returned.
I forgot to e-mail you. I’ll call you in the morning.
Thanks for the comment. It made my night.