As I was sitting in church this weekend, something became suddenly apparent to me.
I’ve always said that I love documenting memories for families, capturing moments for them that will eventually hide in the corners of their minds. I have loved giving them something tangible to remember. But what dawned on me this weekend was that, while this is very important to me, it’s not the most important part of this. The most important part is getting to participate. Getting to be a part of a family: to see the way they move and live and love together. To feel their joy, to laugh with them. I get to live with them.
If you’ve read any posts I’ve written about newborns, you’ll know that some of my fondest memories are when I first brought my babies home. The house is quiet and still and lazy. Nothing is expected from any of us and someone is always bringing dinner. I loved getting to cuddle with the babies and as we added, seeing the little ones cuddle with their brother and sister. If I could etch these memories in my mind forever, they’d be in the first chapter of the book.
So when I got to document this family after a few weeks of bringing their newest addition home, I was elated. And it was just how I remembered my own family. Carefree, loving, warm and happiness. I’m so grateful – and a bit jealous (wink, wink) that they get to have these wonderful memories!
So, sit back with a fresh cuppa and take a look at the Yates family at home…