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| Just chillin' |
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| Oh my. . . if that isn't the look I get all the time from my boys. . . melts a mama's heart. |
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| Absolutely wonderful big brothers. |
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| Wow. |
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| Did you people hear what I said????? |
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| Again. . . oh my. |
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| I love my boys! |
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| Have you seen such joy?? |
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| Someday I'll have to beg for kisses. . . until then I will enjoy them to the fullest extent! |
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So, for those of you who have asked, these are some of my favorites. Probably because the expressions caught are just plain perfect. I knew the amazing
Steve Willis would do a wonderful job, but when he showed up and sis cried more than I had hoped, and the boys whined, and I was insecure about my shirt choice (ruffles??? is it a puffy shirt???), and Samuel threw a fit about his shirt, and John's pants were wrinkled, and just about everything else that you can imagine, I didn't know if a miracle was possible. And then I saw them and cried.
There is this strange reality in my heart that doesn't know how to take pictures. I am sure it is rooted in some strange experience in middle school when some immature boy said something inconsiderate or some image from a magazine lodged itself in my brain, but for whatever reason I always feel like I look like a nerd in pictures. I know, I know all the right answers. But when someone stands in front of me with a camera I get all weird. I stick my chin up too far, I close my eyes, I tilt my head abnormally to one side, or I giggle. I make odd smiles, or just give up all together and quit. Either way, there's a history of oddity in pics. Even at one point being called a "Jerry's Kid." (you know, one of those kids a long time ago that would get charity donations because they had been through cancer and chemo and didn't have any hair) when I was a kid. Though, let me be clear- I never had cancer, nor did I lose my hair. It was just pulled tight in a ponytail. I digress. . . . .
I think that one of the reasons I love these so much is that I look at my family, and can honestly say we are beautiful. All of us. And my heart overflows with pride- that the Lord has done such things in my heart that I can look at my children and see such beauty and then recognize that if the Father created them with such beauty, then he created me with it too. And He is a good father. He is a good creator. And He is a lover of all things beautiful. . . even, and most especially me. Inside and out.
I'm workin' on it. . . I'll probably forget before the next photo shoot, but I'm trying to listen to the one who made me and knows me. He is good.
In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now, being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus. Philippians 1:4-6
One thing God has spoken, two things have I heard: that you, O God,are strong, and that you O Lord, are loving. Psalm 62:11-12
