I was working on tagging pics, and I realized that some of the best pictures of me are taken by none other than my children. Upon pondering this thought, I suppose the happiest time I have as an adult is watching my children enjoy themselves. Many other people have probably already figured this out, but for me, it was emphasized by this lovely picture taken by my progeny. I’m so picky about what pictures I’ll let my family keep of myself, not because I don’t think there are horrible pictures of myself out there in the world, but that if I don’t see them, I can pretend they don’t exist, and I’m always the smiling reflection of who I want to be. I’m glad that sometimes my kids see me as I want them to.
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Maybe I shouldn't try to teach them photography and just let them keep doing what they're doing. They seem to have better luck than I do at getting a good picture of you, anyway.
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