I can’t begin to tell you how much it made mine and Hubbie’s day, to receive baby girl’s kinder photos today.
“Be strong,” the teacher had told me this morning as I perused the photos of my darling girl with adoration. “You don’t have to buy them all.”
Lady. I bought them ALL in my imagination before I even heard about photo day.
What made it all the more sweeter, was the knowledge that I had almost taken her home that photo day, since at the time she was going through a difficult period at kinder drop-off: not wanting to enter the class, not wanting to play with anyone/anything, and truly dreading the part where I would walk off and leave her.
The photos seriously nearly didn’t happen. She was not into photo-taking that day, AT ALL.
But then, a miracle. Or her teacher. Same same. But we both convinced her, slowly but surely, to go into the classroom and stick some string on a piece of cardboard (this was apparently novel stuff).
And then, bit by bit, she got more relaxed, until the point where she was going up to the photographer and photo bombing other’s photos.
That’s my girl.
It’s reminded us a lot of our own kinder photos, taking us back to that youthful, innocent, sweet and darling time of our lives.
And we are just stoked, to now have another album to add to the collection. What makes it even better???
She was smiling happily IN EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM.
I almost can’t stand the cuteness. It is too much.
Thank God I didn’t give up and go home that day.
Gratitude in every way.