Stephen took so many photos while we were home for Christmas, and they’ve been our screen saver since we returned home. They fall across the screen, distracting me from the conversation I’m in the middle of.
My favorites often surprise me. They aren’t the posed ones, perfect for frames, where we all look oh-so-good. Instead, I like the blurry ones where someone was moving too quickly to capture them. I like the ones where the focus is on the “wrong” thing, forcing you see things from a different perspective. I like the ones where one person is the center of the photo, but the person in the background has the hilarious facial expression.
This is probably my favorite of them all.
It captures the conversation, the warm clothes, the family being together; it captures her amazing facial expressions. This one photo takes me back to her house and our chatting while she puts up laundry; to these same facial expressions being made over loading the dishwasher or making muffins.
I was so excited to see this girl; I was so excited for these conversations. I actually–and quite foolishly–thought that having the time with her over Christmas would fill that void. We had many conversations, shared quite a few laughs, and even squeezed in a few runs.
But instead of being filled up, I want so many more.