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This is a family portrait.

Well – sort of.  I tried to get our dog in it but she wriggled out of my arms and ran off.  And given how much of me you can see in this picture, I don’t think it really matters.

The blue bit?  That’s your mummy’s arm.  The blurry face?  Me.  Plumpkin, you have such a sweet little face, even when you’re worried; you look so like our donor did as a baby that I think that his mother could probably pick you out as one of his.  Nenky, that’s your dreadful little arm snaking out to yank your brother’s hair.  You love so physically, all of the time.  That intensity, you get that from us.

Photography makes your mummy nervous.  She worries that she’ll get it wrong, that I’ll be disappointed.  She worries that we will miss deadlines and it will somehow be her fault.  But I love it when we do things like this, when we hold the camera away from ourselves and snap.  Even when the only result is the knowledge that I should have bought that wide-angle lens after all.  Because sometimes we catch moments like this, that we weren’t privy to.  Beautiful little secret parts of your day.

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  1. August 23, 2015 / 9:50 am

    Oh Amber I love this post, you write like a dream and I adore this picture x

  2. Deborah
    August 23, 2015 / 12:12 pm

    I just want to kiss and kiss and kiss that adorable little face x

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