He was just barely three months old; she was a grown up three-year-old excited to have a baby brother. I carefully planned out their matching outfits and location for the photo, hoping to capture just the right sentiment between feedings and naptimes. Nervously, I propped Cameron on the couch next to Lily, hoping for a quick shutter flash. As I rapidly shot the photo I wasn’t really looking at them-my hope was just to get it done. When I paused to check, I noticed that despite my fears of capturing those real-life moments of screaming, slumping and spitting up, instead I found smiles: smiles of pride on big sister’s face, and a smile of sheer satisfaction and safety on my baby boy’s.
This photo not only graced our first official family Christmas card that year, but has become a framed reminder of the completeness I felt with being their mother. When I look at their shining faces I am reminded of what is right in the world, and the love and hope they have brought to me over the last thirteen years.