You guys. I don't even know what to say.
As
I mentioned before, we had our annual family pictures taken last weekend. After an afternoon of rushing to get ready, driving to
Ridley Creek State Park, awaking 3 out of the 4 kids that fell asleep in the car, trying to make them "picture ready" while dealing with their "I'm tired"(s) and their "I'm hungry"(s), chasing down a rambunctious 2 year old, making sure none of the kids are kidnapped, trying to get them to smile, trying not to have them roll down the leaf hill (Reid) and/or jump off the stone wall (Reid again) and remembering to get all the shots we want to try to take all while not saying "fuck it, let's just leave." That is picture day for us, in a nut shell. I feel anxious and stressed out the rest of the night. (And immediately head for the wine rack.) I drive away from the session hoping for ONE GOOD SHOT. Just one. It's seriously one of the most dreaded days of the year for us. And it's not because I don't absolutely LOVE to see
Stephanie Glover every single chance I get, but because the day is fucking exhausting.
But the result? Breathtaking. And
that's why we do it. I mean, this picture right here???
Sorry, not sorry, for the picture overload. There's even more than this, but I didn't want to over do it ;)