I have tons of candid, poor quality, much loved iPhone pictures. I share them in the space that suits them, on my phone, my computer screen, Facebook, Twitter and here on my blog.
But when I look around in my home it is surprisingly bare. There is some artwork, but we are not to be seen, anywhere. Our home has besser block walls, so adding pictures and art pieces is not as easy as in most other homes. We can’t just grab a hammer, bang in a nail, add a hook, and voila! Instead, we need a cement drill, special doodas to put in the wall (you can see this is my speciality!) and after lots of noise and plenty of concrete dust we have a permanent and substantial hole in our wall, ready for a hook.
But in our usual conservative and practical leaning, we have limited those holes, because what if we want to change things? What if it ends up in the wrong place, and we have a great big hole in the wall? Without a doubt, it’s time to stop worrying about that.
I have wanted to add family photos to our home for a long time, but just haven’t had enough of a reason to get past our excuses.
The recent months have made some things abundantly clear to me. Family really does matter. I want for us, and for our children, to feel surrounded by our family on a daily basis. To see that they fit somewhere pretty special. I hope to help me, and help them, to know that they will always belong, even on that day when it seems like no one would ever want to have them.
I have already told the story of Mum & Dad’s anniversary party. One of Suzannah and Bronwyn’s best ideas was to get some special photos taken at the party. Suzie asked her friend Stuart Drever to come and be our photographer. He did a great job, and the photos are amazing! I wish I could show you them all.
I love what can be seen when someone helps to give you the clarity of focus that comes when from looking through the lens.
Dad’s tie that he wore to his wedding wasn’t just a plain colour, it was paisley!
I had never noticed that before.
I loved seeing how Mum and Dad, as Ma and Pa, can find a way to include their grandchildren in whatever they are doing, even if it is in the middle of a special party!
We saw moments of emotion captured by the lens.
I am so glad that we acted on those nudges. After hearing the wonderful loving comments shared about Neil at his funeral, we decided that we didn’t want to be sharing those things perhaps for the first time at a funeral. After all, who really stops to say Thank you and I Love You if you can get away with Happy Anniversary.
Instead, we took our courage, and said to our parents, in front of their friends and family, our own special words written just for them. I’m not sure about Suzannah and Bronwyn, but I certainly felt quite vulnerable as my letter to Mum & Dad was definitely more real than I would have usually said in a public setting.
Dear Dad is struggling not to lose it here, as he says his own special words after hearing ours. And look at Mum’s face. That is love x
This is my personal “through the lens” moment. It shows Dad, helping Mum with her recent vision issues, to read the inscription on the beautiful knife they were given. The poignancy of this photo, for me, is that I grew up in a home where Mum was always the one helping Dad to read things. This picture makes me catch my breath. Every time I see it. x
And I’m pretty sure that when Mum and Dad saw the photos that this one made them catch their breath.
Or was it this one?
Or my absolute favourite photo of the day.
Thank you Stuart, for capturing us through the lens. This picture is definitely going on a wall in my home.
And so, finally, we have a nice photo of Dean, myself and the children.
Suzie, Rob and Presley were looking happy and snuggly together.
And Bronwyn and Phillip, after their amazing wedding photography had to slum it with the rest of us 🙂
I am grateful for this opportunity to see us, through the lens, and feel all warm and gooey inside.
Now, where is that cement drill?
What is a cement drill?
Have you had any “through the lens” moments recently? I’d love to hear about them.