I took the boys out with Justin last night, and went to the store on my own – it’s a rare treat nowadays! I saw a young dad pushing a Capture shopping cart.
The cart contained the car seat that had the blanket thrown over it It occasion photography was evident that the child inside must be sleeping. Also, there was a child sitting on the seat in the upper part of the car by the handle. The father looked exhausted. It was quite late for little children to be at the shop.
While at the check-out I could hear that the infant in his car seat begin to cry from several aisles up. It was a brand new baby crying. I wanted to come over and help him however I did not want him believe that he wasn’t able to handle it on his own. It occurred to me that I could think of simply smiling and saying “it will get better!” But I wasn’t going to suggest that it couldn’t appear to be okay at the moment! Babies cry from time to time, but it doesn’t mean that you’re at a crossroads.
Limits and sometimes over however
What if he were? What if his wife handed over the kids after he returned from work and asked, “please take them somewhere I need to be alone.”
I was thinking about him on the drive home and wish I’d done Capture something positive. “I’ve been there!” or some senior portrait another camaraderie-type phrase even if it would not have been needed. Since these are long days. They test you to the limits and sometimes over however, they are also the most memorable days in my life. For that, I am certain.
Family time at night when he gets home
David is two Luke is one year old, and David has two. Luke is one years old. In addition to around 15 hours per week working and other commitments, I’m there with them every day. Justin has a regular work schedule of 8-5 pm which means we have Capture family time at night when he gets home. We also enjoy weekends with them.
Sometimes I’m waiting to get home at 5:00pm in anticipation of my partner being able to join me! Some days, time slips by and dinnertime arrives fast.
There’s a tiny moment in time that my kids will require me the way they need me today. They aren’t going to always climb on me as if I’m their personal playground. They don’t always lie on my lap to devour books.
