I love a family who opens the door to their home and are completely themselves, even when we meet for the first time. Not uncommon with families of young children, there are frequent snafus in the family schedule that make life unpredictable – and it’s as if we parents have an unwritten acknowledgement that we all have to just roll with it and embrace the chaos. But through the controlled chaos it was easy to notice that these parents cherished their kids. It was the subtle unprompted kisses, playing back-up singer as the boy played lead guitarist, or that extra tight hug after a fall.
This particular day the kids didn’t nap as planned and the parents were still running around getting dressed. So I was told to help myself to look around while the baby was plopped on the floor. But who could walk away from this beauty? Without a peep, she just studied me intently, curious to who I was and what I was doing. Her personality came out immediately in her quiet studious manner. Even when big brother came around to check out the action, her gaze still followed me wherever I went and she didn’t care to play.
Big brother was quite the opposite. He was more of the hands-on curious type and not a bit shy, full of energy and endless charm. And did I mention silly?
My favorite family portraits are the giggly kind.
This little one loves the warm security of mom and dad’s arms.
Thank goodness for the typical long hallway of San Francisco dwellings. They make excellent racetracks for little feet and trucks.
We’ll never want to forget how she would use mama’s finger to inspect those fuzzy animals or anything we may be a bit dubious about.
There is nothing like a mom’s warm hug after a fall or times as simple as a balloon floating away.
Oh how this dad dotes on his little girl …. and I can see why!
For kids who didn’t sleep much, they sure were rock stars!
Here’s to living a perfectly imperfect life!