This week I’ve been thinking about what family means to me more than ever. If you’ve seen my previous post about knowing the symptoms of brain tumours in children, you’ll understand why (and if you haven’t please take a look because it’s an important read). I hardly have any photos of me with my children. I tend to be the one with the camera all the time, so I take lots of them on their own, and of them with their daddy, but he rarely takes the camera off me to capture them with me. I want to start making more of an effort to get shots of me with them, because they’re growing up so fast and I don’t just want to remember them in every photograph – I want to remember our relationship.
At my in laws house yesterday I was snapping away getting pictures of everyone else with the kids when I stopped and asked someone to take a few shots of me and E having a cuddle instead. She is wearing her beautiful party dress that I bought her for a wedding last spring. She has almost grown out of it, so I was determined to get lots of pictures of her in it one last time before I have to pack it away to store in her keepsake box.
I know she’s pulling at her face in this picture, so it’s not the most perfect shot, but it captures our cuddles during a big family meal. When we move to Australia days like these will be rare, so I made sure I got lots of photos of the kids with their grandparents too. You can never take too many photos.