from the beginning of this journey, i planned to have at least one decent maternity photo of myself taken. oh, i had high hopes for documenting this pregnancy in photographs month to month. maybe i would even put together a little time-lapse video thingy? yeah, right. that didn’t happen. but, one decent maternity photo – totally within the realm of possibility. right?!
every week, i would tell myself that this week was the week it would get done. then, i would put it off. last week, i couldn’t make excuses any longer. the end is near, after all. so, we headed out to a local park to get my one good shot.
i had it all planned out. i knew what i wanted it to look like and feel like. in my head, it would go so smoothly. all things would fall into place and magic would happen. the light would be just right and the location divine. my two year old would totally get right on board with my plans. my husband could be counted on to take a beautiful photo (even though i haven’t let him touch a camera in two years). you see where this is headed….
i will save you from the long story and tell you the short one – things didn’t go as planned. but, once i was able to step back and get some perspective (the kind that humbles you in the face of all the happiness and luck you have that you very well might not deserve), all was not lost. the evening was a wonderful one. just the three of us, walking around in the park – laughing and loving.
and, my husband handled the camera pretty well after all…