Trips to the park often result in photos like these, capturing the joy of the moment.
I cherish these photos I really do. But often I wonder if my kids will look back and wonder, "Momma where were you? Why aren't you in any of the pictures?" And I wonder if my explanation that I was behind the camera will suffice. Why wasn't I in the picture? Why wasn't I in the middle of all the fun?
So last weekend I decided to place myself squarely in the middle. I ran. I played. I slid down the slides. And I have the pictures to prove it.
Or maybe I should just let Frink take the camera every now and then.
