I mean, come on. She doesn't normally tromp around the backyard in a smocked dress and patent leather shoes. And I just added the "antique" filter because it struck me how much the flat wooden swing and her outfit made this look like a photo from a prior generation.
On the other hand -- or the same hand, rather -- I think what I love about them is the precise knowledge that our life doesn't look like that. They are such a poignant reminder to me that no image captures reality.
It can capture the beauty of a moment which we might overlook when we're in the throws of life.
But never, ever, ever look at the photos of someone else's life and think you are seeing their reality. Trust me, not a single thing about the rest of our day has looked even remotely like what these images suggest to our nostalgic imaginations.
So I love them because of the timeless beauty they captured, and I love them because I can look at them and be instantly relieved of any false pretenses I've seen in other photos of other families.
And I love them because who couldn't??
What cuteness.
(And now, if she has successfully conned you into coming over to babysit, please do. I could use a break!)
