For many years I would make Dave and the kids have a photo op in our living room. At the time cameras were not digital, and I would make them sit through a whole roll of film, or at least until I was satisfied we got one good picture. This was never an easy time in our house. Dave would grumble that I would make him change into something decent, one year I even gave into his Zuba's for the picture! Curtis hated having his picture taken at any time, so true to his unpleasant nature when he was made to do something he thought was stupid, we fought. Emily was totally into it, with her poses and smiles throughout the chaos, she should have been a model.
Our last photo for the card was a professional picture taken the last time Curtis was home. Other than Proex, this was the first time we had ever gone to a photo studio for a family picture. I love the picture and treasure it, but the memories of the other photo shoots are priceless.
So I sat down this morning to make a card online. It didn't go well. I hated every message, they were way too happy and perky for my mood. The pictures I uploaded were not cropping well. And, the one I wanted most for the card, the one that inspired it in the first place, would have been fuzzy. Needless to say, I do not have a card to send, nor do I have the interest to try again.
It's one more thing I have discovered you can't rush. I found humor in my inept ability to make a simple card because the memories that floated back were humorous. Maybe next year will go better. Until then, I hope everyone I would have sent a card will believe it's the thought that counts.
