I've started to write about our 4th of July several times today. It was fantastic. I can't find anything else to say about it. We surrounded ourselves with friends and kids both in the morning and in the evening. We wore ourselves out and we had a blast (yes, yes, a blast) doing it.
Midday, I tried to get the perfect 4th of July picture of my kids. I took lots of pictures. Each and every picture seems to highlight one or several of my kids' personalities.
I have finally decided that the pictures that capture the moment are sometimes better than the most beautiful smiles. Pictures that capture personality often make me smile bigger than pictures with the best smiles.
The whole time I took pictures, the kids wanted to put the flags somewhere: in their shirts, in the ground, or in their mouths.
Me, "No, you can't. I need you all to look at me."
My husband, "NO!"
After a handful of pictures, both sitting and standing, and a growing feeling of impatience radiating from my husband, I gave up.
I let freedom reign.
I captured my kids enjoying freedom to show off their personalities.
Personality. Freedom to Show it. That's what our country is all about.