Time goes by. Life changes.
This was the picture on our Christmas card this year:
I am now fully a converted Photo-of -Kids-Christmas-Card-ist. What I realize now, is that this photo, printed on a card ordered online, with a few words scribbled on the back, says more about how I am and what I have been doing, than I could write in 1,000 words. You have to look closely, but it's all there.
"I am happy," it says. "I am completely captivated by these two boys." In the picture, they are sitting in my lap, but all you see is the edges of my arms holding them: "They have become the most important things in my life." C isn't in the picture either; he's behind the camera: "He is as engrossed in them as I am. We are sharing this with each other." See how close he gets to them with the camera? Trying to capture forever the exact color of each eye, the shape of each tooth, the curve of each smile.
They squeeze in close together, pressing their faces to the camera: "They are happy, unembarrassed, unencumbered. They love each other."
You can see the reminder of the sun and sand of Cape Cod in the color of their cheeks, the highlights in their hair. "We took a week off and went to Cape Cod," it says. "The weather was fine. The boys are always thrilled by the waves."
"They are healthy," say the eyes and the smiles, bright and clear. "We laugh a lot, see their silly smiles? We spend time together as a family."
"And we think of you, even if we are busy. Too busy to even write anything on this card, other than a very heartfelt 'Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year'. We think of you when we see a picture in the last days of summer and think, this will make a great Christmas card. I can't wait for them to see it."