Chris has this special ability when taking photos, he captures some of the best images of everyone and everything. But when it comes to photos of me, they are either hot or freezing cold. I find myself cringing at 50% of the photos he snaps of me. I often used to ask him to delete photos, embarrassed because I didn’t like they way I looked. But then one day I realized (I think someone actually had to point it out to me) he doesn’t see what I see, he thinks they are all just as perfect as the 50% that don’t make me cringe (these photos fall into the best 50%). And just like that I never asked him to delete a photo again, because even though I still quietly cringe 50% of the time I’m mostly just so happy to know he still sees me through his love fogged eyes.
And on another sappy note. Today I sent both kids off to school, Harlow for the very first time. I’m a sappy sentimental, emotional mess today. I miss those stinkers something fierce, why do they need to grow up so fast?!