Or perhaps more appropriate in our case, where the “wild things” (a.k.a. Reynolds children) are. About once every six months, I try to carve out some time to take my own two kiddos out on a photo session of our own. Without fail, these photo sessions never go the way I have planned them in my head. I always envision for us what I hope all my sessions are — capturing family connections, stages, chemistry, love in a relaxed and beautiful way. I imagine all the things I want to document that are unique to where we are now — the sweet love that is between them, the mischievous yet endearing twinkle in Max’s eye, the baby chub Madeleine still sports that I know won’t be there this time next year, their wild imaginations, the curiosity and wonder with which they approach the world. But they are so on to me by now and generally resist all well laid plans of their mother!
I have to admit that I was a bit frustrated as we left the beautiful field we drove about 40 minutes outside of town to find. We were not the only family there that day taking the obligatory bluebonnet pics, and as all the other children were oh so nicely smiling for their parent’s cameras, there were my two crazies running about imagining there were ghosts coming to get them in the field of flowers (hence the exaggerated screams from Madeleine). Really….ghosts in wildflower fields….what on earth will they come up with next?!? But as I sat down to edit a few of these, I realized that I accomplished exactly what I set out to — capturing my two little wonders exactly how they are…crazy, wonderful and unique. I love absolutely *everything* about these two.
Bet you can’t guess which one I ordered in a huge 20×30 for my dining room wall!