My parents have quite a few pictures of us kids all dressed up for church in front of 1016 Douglas Street. Most of them have at least one child (me) sticking their tongue out, or not looking at the camera. One of my favorites is a picture of Em, Nick and me sitting on their gray couch in the living room because I was George's age and he looks just like me.
So the other day we were driving home from church and I was having a wonderful "motherly" moment. All my kids were peaceful in the back seat. Sadie wasn't poking anyone, Jack wasn't "breathing too loud" and George wasn't screaming "butt side" (fox song) like a broken record. I looked back at those three angelic faces and was just overwhelmed with love for them. I wanted to capture this moment so I tried to take a picture of them on the front steps looking all dapper in their Sunday clothes when we got home.
This is the best picture I could get.
Something happened the second the car pulled into the garage. They immediately turned into little monsters. I guess I shouldn't have tried to take their picture in the sun. Poor things.
Looking back, a posed picture of all of them smiling wouldn't have been nearly as fun anyway.
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