Sometimes you just get lucky, when you pull off at the river to take a few snaps of your kids-with your celly! Sometimes they smile, or have on a wrinkled shirt, or a mustache you’ve asked them for almost a year to shave, or are crouching down uncomfortably. Sometimes they need a haircut, or are annoyed that you’re wanting to take their picture. But sometimes, I feel like these moments are slipping away. Sometimes I look at them and can still see the babies they used to be, and sometimes it makes me sad knowing that they will be, like their older siblings, moving out on their own in just a few short years.
SO yeah, sometimes, I pull over at the river and force my kids to let me take a picture of their cute selves!