These five nearly always cap my holiday season. They squeeze into the schedule between games, practices, school, playdates, and birthday parties.
We’ve been shooting on their front porch for five years. The first time, the littlest guy was still just an idea and a little bump. Now he’s the apple of the whole family’s eye and more than able to hold his own with his brothers. The middle guy remembers me from year to year with no prompt, calls me “the picture lady” and does his best to cooperate despite not being so comfortable in front of the camera by himself. Give him a brother and he can rock and roll! And the biggest one, well, I remember him swaddled and sleepy on couches as a tiny baby. He is usually the last child out–taking great care to look his best and getting longer and more handsome every year! The three of them are really becoming brothers–a force to be reckoned with all on their own.
This mama glows with the love that these four have for her. They cling to her and climb on her and she absorbs the fun and lets the rest roll off her back. Dad is the trouble-maker of the bunch, poking the kids just as we have them settled down, teasing and rough-housing and smiling all the while.
I always look forward to seeing these five. It’s chaotic and loving and wonderful. Every year there’s an intent to leave the porch, and every year we fail. This is where they are at home and comfortable, it’s full of history, and it has served us so well. There are lots of different kinds of favorite shoots, and this is certainly one of mine, every year.
Who is the cutest?