Sure, I took better pictures on the day of New Year’s Eve, but no picture captured the day or my family better than this one. Here we are, sitting together amidst the pile of plowed snow that is our front yard, Stephanie’s wearing that smile that I love so much. Kaylee’s holding on to her Kaylee-sized shovel for dear life, and wondering why we’re bothering with pictures when there is still white stuff to clean off of our parking spaces. Me, I’m sitting in the back. You can’t see me smiling, but I am. I’m surrounded by the people who matter most, and I’m having a glorious time taking pictures of us all, even though the snow is soaking through the seat of my pants.
If I’ve learned anything from taking pictures every day this year, it’s that the ones with my family in them are the ones that I treasure most. It doesn’t matter if they’re good or bad to me. I may not be a better photographer than I was three hundred and sixty-five days ago, but I do feel like I have a better perspective on my world.