This is the second post in a series that I am participating in with 20-something other photographers. Stories about my life. I am a photographer who likes to capture children in nice clothes, looking their best, with sunlight streaming into their hair, joy on their faces. But we all know that is not how children are 100% of the time. Most of the time, my children are happily playing or talking or reading or eating. Sometimes they are immersed in a game by themselves or with each other. Sometimes they are sleeping peacefully. Sometimes they are sitting on the stairs. Sometimes their attention is stolen by something outside the window. But at all of these times, all of time, they are my boys. I don’t just want to capture them in spotless clothes with huge grins on their faces; I also want to capture them doing what they do, just being them. That is what this post – and this series – is about.
Last week I showed Noah in his pajamas. This week, I am sharing my little guy, Lucas. He looks up to his big brother; he points to him and says “Oh-uh” (Noah) and grins. He calls out for daddy when he wakes up in the middle of the night. He gives me soft little hugs with his head on my shoulder and his fingers wrapped around my neck. He lets all three of us know, without a doubt, that we are his favorite three people in the world.
I love him so much it hurts. Look at him staring into his future. This picture makes me want to hold him and smell his baby-shampoo hair and squeeze his little squishy body and never let go.
Lucas, you melt my heart. I love you more everyday.