(You can find the beginning of our adoption story here.)
When Talitha arrived, only Abraham and Barnabas were living at home. Karsten and his new wife, Shelly, lived in Boston. Benjamin was in Georgia.
So it was a sweet time a couple of weeks later when all us were together for the first time. That called for a photo.
Ah yes. Family group photos. My children roll their eyes when I say, "Hey! We're all here. Let's . . ." They interrupt, with less enthusiasm,". . . take a picture."
Those photos become more precious to me now that all our sons are married and scattered. The times when we're all in the same place at the same time become more and more rare.
Perhaps we don't recognize the full value of family photos until we have lost one of those family members. I had no way to know, for example, in 1970 that the snapshots during a picnic with my family were the last images of my 16-year-old brother, Benjamin. He died a few months later in a car crash.
Then, two years ago, we lost our granddaughter Felicity. She was stillborn and there never will be a photo of her being enfolded by all of us. So now our whole-family photos will never be completely whole.
Each photo is a record, a reminder, of the changes in a family. I'm thankful that many changes are happy ones. Right now, there are 2 grandchildren who aren't yet with us in a whole-family photo.
Well, here's our whole family the first time we were all together with Talitha Ruth.
I think this is a good place to end this series. But what do you think about a new series? The new one would be about becoming a multi-racial family (and maybe a little about adjusting to having a girl).