It’s a busy world. Busy life, for that matter, and in the midst of the chaos I forget. It’s only when I’m lying in bed at night that I remember that I am truly thankful for so many things. And that chaos is one of them, because without it, I would be lacking some of the things that are most important to me. So here I am with a new project in mind. I want to document the things that I’m thankful for. Some might be minute, others as large as the sky, but both equally important.
Last weekend I walked with Gavin into his room and closed the door behind me. I had my camera on hand with big plans to create the beautiful images floating in my head. So, I sat him down, picked up my camera, and when I looked back he was gone. He had lasted about 3 seconds. I sat him down again… now 2 seconds. I sat him down one more time, this time giving him my lens cap to distract his will to leave. Nothing. He left again. I was left with no choice but to sit back and snap quick photos of whatever I could capture in seconds. Maybe less than a second.
At the conclusion of our mini photo session I felt discouraged. I had imagined such beautiful images, yet I captured this:
As I clicked through the images on my computer screen later that day, I realized something: (1) This is all I’m going to get out of a nineteen month-old, and (2) I’m thankful.
I’m thankful that he is smart, and funny, and fast, and present. That he rather sit on my lap than look into my lens.
I’m thankful that he is playful, and devious, and that he finds hiding behind closet doors fascinating.