Family portraits, alas, have not happened for us. And I mean formally ever. We did not even have a photographer at our wedding. There has always been something that came up, and although every Christmas DH and I commit to getting a family portrait done "soon", it just has not happened.
We have photos, of course, and some great ones at that. We are candid folks and let's face it--when you have preschoolers who are a combo of camera-shy and goofy, you just go with it.
But like so many other times, I may be coming round to a change of heart thanks to Jennie. She has been diligent about family history work, including preserving the Now. Her question about what color scheme we would choose for a family photo struck home for me this week.
So I'll start off with this:
Thinking about this, I went through my old photos from when Robin was a tiny, colicky baby. I felt I was losing hold of my identity at the time and needed to realign. I needed to smile. I'm so glad I did, because those tired months have turned to trying, testing and terrific years. Our family photo seems to start at that turning point for me.
So it comes down to what we'll plan once I do finally and actually call (as I will this time) to schedule an afternoon or morning with a talented photographer from our congregation. And, seeing as how I am not particularly good at accessorizing outfits or (heaven forbid) getting Robin and Jay to match...
The answer is love. We'll wear the clothes we love. The smiles and laughter we love and maybe even some of the dirt we love. But as long as we can finally get a picture with all of us together that captures THAT crucial element--
frankly, I don't mind so much what colors we're wearing.
A good photo can always go black-and-white, anyway.