So of course, like any sane person would, I didn’t stop working on xmas! Haha well, sort of.
Here’s the thing. I LOVE taking photos. There is nothing else like it. Capturing that one special moment can mean more than anything to a parent. And eventually years later, it will mean even more to the child and their children, and their children’s children. It becomes a family heirloom. A memory cast in stone. A portal into the past that gives us a loving sense of who we are and where we came from.
I knew I had brought my camera down to my Dad’s for a reason. And yes, I did make us stop multiple times on country roads to take landscape photos, but when little Ella walked in the door I knew why my camera was in hand. So I asked her Dad if he wanted some Christmas photos and he was so grateful.
So to all the parents who survived Christmas 2018, Congratulations! One day you will look back and won’t remember how tired you are :D