Guest blogger Liz Fenton: The other day, I was watching a commercial for that new software that allows you to switch out people's faces in photos. After screaming with joy, my first thought was: Whoever came up with that must have small children. Because for me, taking a nice holiday photo each year where everyone in my family is looking at the camera is more painful than giving birth.
Listen, I know that there are more important things in life than taking the perfect family picture that will snag the center spot on the mantle. But for some reason, I can't stop myself from wanting to have one of those pics. You know, the black-and-white one with the perfect children in it? The children who look thrilled to be standing on the beach in November while their parents laugh merrily without a care in the world? Yeah, I want to be them. Well, maybe not be them, but at least look like them for thirty seconds so we can get the shot.
Professional photographer in hand, I dragged the kids and hubs to the beach in subzero temps and high winds. And we did our best to look like we weren't freezing or begging the kids for "one more pic" a thousand times. I told myself that out of the 100 photos we took, ONE had to be perfect.
But when they arrived, something funny happened. They weren't perfect. Our hair was all over the place, and I looked as tense as I felt in a few.
But there was something about the imperfection that I fell in love with -- the way my daughter was looking up at my husband rather than at the camera; the candid shots our talented photographer had taken when we weren't looking. In those shots, I found the perfection I was seeking.