[This is the second in a series of posts by Elizabeth Jones about the importance of moms getting in the picture with their families.]

The Monday morning after Easter, I grabbed my camera and threw my memory card into the laptop. I couldn’t wait to see the pictures that were captured of my daughter’s first Easter egg hunt and my son’s first Easter. I quickly began scrolling through, smiling at the pictures of Gracelyn running around our front yard, daddy in tow. She looked so cute in her pink pajamas and matching bunny ears. Then came the pictures of Austin wearing nothing but a diaper, baby rolls spilling out everywhere, sitting in his daddy’s lap as the two of them opened his very first Easter basket. The photographs were so special and I am so glad that I was able to capture them but, as I promised, I told myself I was going to make an effort to spend some time in front of the camera as well.

Luckily in the hustle and bustle of getting the kids into the car to head over to their cousin’s house for more Easter fun, it dawned on me that I hadn’t been in a single photo that morning. So while walking Gracie out to the car I stopped in the middle of our driveway, crouched down to her level and did my best to get her to look at the camera. I’m so glad that she didn’t. This is now one of my favorite photos and it almost didn’t happen.