I was standing by the kitchen packing my bag for a shoot. My daughter, in typical fashion, was opening and closing the door leading to the patio. There wasn’t anything particular going on; no special event, just another day in our home. In that moment, I was overcome with emotion in the beauty in this small child; her mismatched nails and the hair that cannot be tamed. I wanted to remember her this way forever so I grabbed my camera and snapped a shot.
I was pretty impressed with myself until I loaded it onto my computer. I am not always a perfectionist, but the first thing I saw was the dirty window. How could I even use this image with all that mess! I wanted to go straight to editing out the smudges and fingerprints left by my children, but that would have taken away from the “real” image. That would have removed the imperfection from my life. That isn’t real life. Or at least that isn’t MY real life.
My real life is messy. Seriously messy. There is evidence of that all over the house. It’s not just fingerprints and smudges, it’s things out of order, school projects on the refrigerator, and toys laying about.
And know I have said it before, but I seriously wouldn't have it any other way. Those smudges and fingerprints mean we are living! It means my kids aren’t afraid to get dirty and it means I probably could convince my husband that we need a maid, right??