But that didn't happen quite as anticipated. As I started to scan through the pictures I got kind of misty eyed. I was seeing our home through the eyes of my 4 year old. I was seeing what was important to her. I wasn't seeing the cleaned up version that you often get when you take a picture. I saw the messes in all their glory…the piles of flip flops by the front door and the baby board books that permanently live on the floor. I saw her first attempts at "selfies." I also saw pictures that the older girls had taken of things obviously important to them…things they wanted to immortalize. I saw hairdos, a perfectly made bed, the gerbil, and a carefully made plate of cucumbers for dinner.
Sophia's pictures are by no means works of photographic genius. Sometimes they are blurry. But they are endearing. Here's one that I clearly remember being taken…David asked Sophia to take a picture of his belly!!
Sophia painted this picture of a rainbow. It has been up on the fridge for weeks. When I told Sophia that she couldn't take any pictures until I cleared off the camera she made me promise that I wouldn't delete her rainbow.
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