Your eyes matched the field of blue you were sitting in as I snapped off as many shots as I could before you tried to move. You couldn’t stay focused on any one particular bluebonnet out of the sea of millions that engulfed you. You somehow defy the laws of photography and make my job harder to pick the better one out of the hundreds I take since you are so darn photogenic. It can be somewhat time consuming for me, but I enjoy it and it brings me back to those moments we shared. I can even hear your laughter and yearns for me when I am editing them.
The things parents do to get the perfect shot to be quickly passed over years from now as people look at the pictures and then hand them to you and say “nice pictures”. Well you know I do these more for your collection rather than a pat on the back. Everything I do is for you even though I was recently told that there is more to raising a daughter than taking pictures. I know that they probably didn’t mean it, but it’s fun to hear what people “think” from time to time.
It’s been almost 16 months since you blessed me with your presence and it’s been a fun journey so far and I look forward to what you have up your sleeve. I will say that I have seen signs of what other parents refer to as “meltdowns” when something doesn’t go your way and I have a feeling that those are just around the corner. I will begin to pray to the God’s of parenthood and remind them that I wasn’t that bad of a kid and that the punishment should fit the crime.
I have not heard back from them as of yet. I imagine it’s a little hard to respond when they are too busy laughing.