Deceptively Picture Perfect

Our last Christmas card is a series of photos of our family in various states of disarray.  In front of the camera, as hard as I tried to get a good picture, one where all four of us faced forward, smiled, looked just right, it couldn’t be done.  So instead of continuing the effort or scrapping them all, I chose to include the most obviously flawed ones.

The truth is, there is never a truly flawless day, ever.  There are flawless moments.  Moments so perfect I gasp and wish there were a photographer nearby to capture the moment.  There are moments so perfect that time seems to stand still and it is just me, my kids, my husband, we are in a bubble and nothing can touch us.

But as a whole, it’s not a pretty picture.  It’s messy and chaotic and quite often there is crying, it’s not even always the children doing the crying.  I don’t ever want to pretend to anyone that my life is a picture perfect postcard.  However, it is lovely and as beautiful as a sunset with a big shirtless guy wearing a speedo standing right in front so you can’t quite get the perfect shot.