7 years, 7 months.
As I began looking through the more than a thousand pictures I took of our family’s recent trip to northern California, it didn’t take me long to notice a pattern: It was rare to see you just smiling normally in a photo.
Instead, the majority of the pictures show you making some kind of silly face.
Whether it’s a scary monster face, or an over-the-top smile, or just you simply photo-bombing someone else’s photo, you are all about being silly in photos.
Granted, I was able to get some normal pictures of you during our vacation. And that’s good enough for me.
I accept you, as you are, as a 7 and a half year-old boy. I want you to be able to express yourself that way.
So I accept that at this point in your life, you’ve had your picture taken enough to where it’s become a bit of a joke to you.
I don’t mind this. I completely realize that in a matter of about 5 years, I’ll be lucky to even get you to pose for a picture where you’re smiling- in any form. Because you’ll be in that teenage phrase where you are embarrassed by me.
This is actually something I’ve always wondered about: At what point will I no longer be able to include new photos of you in my letters to you? At what point can I no longer get away with including you in my blog?
I recognize that at some point, your need for privacy may override the fact that I love celebrating and documenting whatever is going on in your life each week.
So despite me having written about you at least once every week since Mommy and I knew you were going to be born, that may need to come to an end, some time in the future; or at least, maybe I’ll need to do it less frequently.
It’s very clear to me: Silly, happy pictures of you are much better than no pictures at all.