Bodies in motion. That's what my kids are. Just try to get them to sit still for a pose and the result is usually less than ideal. But snap on the fly and you capture the stuff of life; the stuff that makes them really happy. My husband is an expert at the candid shot and I a mere student of the practice.
Our weekend was so full. First Holy Communion - a passage, marking a transition in the life of our oldest daughter. A day that we will all remember and that she will cherish for a lifetime. I'm so thankful to have our family here; coming from out of town to celebrate this event together. I'm glad that even though we live far away from our extended families that our children can realize that they are a part of something bigger than just the five of us.
I looked at Helen this weekend and she (as she has since she was born) had that deep soulful look about her that I can almost envision her years from now, all grown up. I choked back tears during mass a few times to see her sitting across the church, away from us, as she will be when she is grown. She was so proud of her accomplishment, of all the learning involved to get her to and through this day. And she really gets it, the concept of communion, so much more than I did in the second grade. She is so bright and thoughtful. And I am so proud of her. She still calls me Mama for now, with no concern about what other kids call their moms and she still runs to me with open arms after school for a huge, toss-her-in-the-air hug. By second grade that isn't alwys the case, so I'm really glad she's not really growing up so fast.
