One of those cool ones where we all match and are beautiful.
I stayed up nights envisioning it.
I picked a time and place.
I knew I wanted it to happen before the storm came and blew the leaves away.
Finally the "last chance" day arrived.
I still hadn't gotten in touch with the girl who offered the "family picture" at the ward auction.
My husband was really busy with school and didn't think he'd be able to make it home before dark.
But I went forward with my plans anyway.
The kids all had a half-day of school so we decided to pick out pumpkins and go geocaching.
The youngest started throwing up right before we left.
At one of our stops, three of them were stung by bees.
I was not deterred.
We were doing this no matter what.
The boys complained about having to wear their sunday shirts when it wasn't sunday.
The teenager was trying to be different.
We got a hold of our volunteer photographer at 4:30 and set up a 5:45 appointment.
Dad came home a little early from school.
We made it to the park and the wind wasn't blowing,it wasn't freezing yet, and no one had barfed for at least an hour.
We took pictures.
[amid telling kids not to make faces, threatening to take away toys, trying to get everyone looking at the camera at the same time (9 is a lot of people), and bribing kids to smile.]
I've always envied those dentist and carpet cleaner ads and their family pictures.
Now I wonder what they went through to get them taken.
My favorite moment came as we were getting ready and my teenager said:
"it's like we're going to the temple, but in jeans!"
Yes, yes it is.
What a perfect description of life.
We are on a journey that will lead us to the most beautiful place.
We want to go as a family
But it takes a lot of work to get there.