The holidays are a busy time for us (like they are for a lot of people), and we seem to go, go, go through them all. But there are moments of quiet amidst all of that going. And if I’m lucky, I catch a few of those moments with the camera. And if I’m even luckier, I notice them while I’m in them, and take a big, deep breath before the action begins again.
I’m not sure which of these I like the best. The house seemed oddly quiet about mid-morning on Christmas Eve. I don’t know where the little ones were at that time, but when I walked into the den to find something I thought it was empty at first. And then I realized that there were two people sitting on the couch, completely engrossed in their own books, elbows touching, with miles and miles of legs. Later on I found the other two in that same room, quietly sitting in front of the pile, contemplating the contents within. It was pretty funny to watch my grandfather trying to read the Curious George book that he was just handed without his reading glasses on. Do you blame him for trying? If she crawls into your lap with a book you make do with the eyesight you have on you. After the big balloon drop midday on New Years Eve, it was nice to find ourselves in a little room where four girls could make bubbles the size of their head. But maybe my favorite is the last one – four cousins gathering around the first opened gift of the season. Maybe it’s because they look calm (because they rarely are), or because they look like they are working together (which they do in fits and spurts), or maybe because they look so oddly color coordinated (we’re rarely that coordinated, trust me). I think it’s really because my niece looks like a little angel there, don’t you think? I do love a sweet face in a photo.
I can’t decide. I like them all. Quiet moments in the middle of the going.