It's pretty easy to get stressed about being photographed, I'm a photographer and when we have pictures taken I still find myself searching for the right colors to match and bribing my children to do nothing but smile. Lately I've been realizing that those aren't the pictures I love the very most. The pictures I love are honest, they are messy, they occasionally have tears in them and squished up naughty faces. They have actual memories seared into each frame so that when I look at them I am transported to that particular moment in time.
I find that nothing fills me up quite like the beauty of my own reality.
This mother and her children were like a little piece of heaven to photograph. No fake smiles, no cheese-look-at-the-camera, nothing but beautiful and honest.