I have great passion for photography until it is time to assemble my own family and capture us all at once in one 4X6 frame to somehow represent who we are. Impossible. Just the thought of this task pulls the plug on my enthusiasm and I can feel it all run down the drain. But this time we had to do it. The orphanage asked us for a photo of all of us in one picture to put near Kira’s bed so she can know who her family is. There’s enough value in this request to get me to try and make it happen.
During the busy weekend of graduation I handed my camera to Erica as we were all six exiting the piano recital on Sunday afternoon when I knew the sun would be just right outside the covered doorway. I didn’t care that the background was horrible. I only hoped everyone would look pleasant, and at the camera with their eyes opened. It seems to always be too much to ask fro me, but I knew they’d do it for Erica. And we reminded them this would be their sister’s first impression of them. I don’t know if it worked. As much as we tried. It took a few misses to get just one.
I really don’t like the idea of making a family photo right now. We are incomplete. When we have Kira we will scoot ourselves to Donny’s campus and get some family pictures right away. For now, though, I just seen a vacant space on my hip where she is supposed to cling to me. Craig may argue she’ll prefer his hip. She may be… after all he is determined to create a daddy’s girl out of her.