Friday, December 11, 2015

My Perfect Imperfection

It had already been a rough morning before our friends even got to the farm.
There was bickering and crying, mixed in with some misunderstandings and mishaps.
I wanted to call her and ask her to come another day when we weren't all a super mess of emotions in this place.

I never called, and she came, and I'm so very glad she did. 

She came, and captured my crew. 

She came, and she captured us, and how we really are.

I think these might be some of my favorite photos because they are real.

One kid wanted to wear her purple snow boots.

It was sunny, and two of them were so much happier with sunglasses.

Another kid thought a tree branch would be a lovely addition to our photo.

That same kid didn't want to sit on the step so he whipped out his ever-so-adorable pouty face that melts me more than I'd like to admit. 

Another kid said his eyes hurt and had trouble opening both at the same time, but he sure does have an adorable dimple that I love with my whole heart. 

It was freezing so she wrapped the girls in a blanket and talked to them about silly things and she captured their faces__their real, happy (and sometimes not-so-happy) faces.

Miss Shiloh cried in all the group photos and it stressed my Siah out__ All she wanted was her Mama's arms and I was happy to oblige.

This is us__

The real, raw, farmhouse crew.

I want to remember who they are__
not who they're not__
And not who I want others to think they are or who I want them to be__

But who HE has already made them to be__
A kind, willing, loud, busy, stressed out, controlling, tender, sweet, bossy, sometimes down-right-mean,  hard-working, creative, persevering, teachable, Jesus-loving, forgiving, tribe of treasures. 

All these folks under the farmhouse roof are my perfect imperfection.