Alec is leaving this weekend. Going to boot camp. Yi, yi, yi.
I need to have a family picture before my family changes, because it ain't ever gonna be the same again. I'm ok with that. Life changes and they grow. Growing is a good thing - hard, but good.
Our last family portrait (I'm discounting the after-church hurry up and smile for me puleeze shots) was nearly three years ago. Too long. So we need something more current. Something more now. Something more this-is-my-boy-while-he-is-gone.
The only time we could do it was early Tuesday morning. I expected everyone to moan and groan about getting up at 5:30, but they didn't. They got up all cheerful and helpful. I was amazed and delighted. We had a good session with my fun youngest brother - hero to my older boys. We chose a spot in the backyard that would catch the morning golden light, and stood and smiled. We all had a good time, and I have my portraits. Happy Mama, me.