And, you know, I just wanted one stinking picture of those little rascals where they were all looking at the camera. Because if the Internet has taught me one thing, it is that perfect family photos are a symbol of perfect families.
Instead I got this series:
Then, few minutes later, I got my perfect shot:
Perfect families are just a myth. Of course. But perfect moments happen all the time. As I looked up that trail toward those four men of varying sizes that I love with an intensity that scares me sometimes, I decided that perfect is for wimps. The challenge and joy of these four is the thing that matters the most.
I just wish, for the love, that they'd stand still for some decent pictures!!