My brother and his wife Jamie came to visit this weekend for our second Christmas. Our first Christmas was actually on Christmas with Charlie's family, but we celebrated again with my Mom, brother and Jamie. I attempted to take a picture of them before dinner, because the only pictures I had of them were from the wedding. I tried so hard.
Really, I tried so hard. Except my brother said that the orange blinking light on my camera made him cross his eyes. I did not believe him.
I took about 30 pictures I think. I deleted most of them as I took them. Eventually I laughted so hard at the faces he was making and just put the camera away.
The next day we tried again in front of the Christmas tree and the orange light blinked again and his eyes rolled back in his head. Again, we laughed, but I really wanted a good picture. I wanted proof that I really do have a family that is nice. I wanted a good shot to put in the scrapbook I am making for our adoption booklet. Don't you think I would be so proud to put those pictures in our scrapbook?
An then there's the old addage: a picture is worth a thousand words. I'm not quite sure what this says about us.
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