Ask me that question tomorrow and the answer will be different than todays. I don't really have a favorite photo but a lot of favorite photos.
The photo of myself that I like best was taken at college while I was sitting on a windowsill with my legs in the lavatory shaving my legs. Strange pose but the best picture of me as I really was.
My husband had a photo taken when he was about four of him and his brother eating streusel kuchen out in the yard. It is just the cutest thing. It was titled "Older brother teaches younger the proper way to eat streusel kuchen" You eat the top first and soak the rest in milk.
My oldest had a picture taken as she was walking into the church on the way to the altar to marry the love of her life. Her face was glowing with love and anticipation. You can tell that she only saw one person that day.
My twins posed one day by our old VW beetle. My son had on big boots and was holding a soda bottle while his sister stood next to him dressed very properly and leaning towards him. They were about five or six. They had it enlarged and it hangs at their houses.
The favorite from my youngest son was at his wedding. He was beaming and his smile was natural. He was happy and wanted the world to know. In fact, all of the pictures from the wedding were good because he looked unposed and his smiles were genuine.
The youngest was in love with Cabbage Patch dolls and she and Kay make up my favorite photo of her. For her third birthday, Kay came to live with us. Kay went everywhere with us and the pictures of them together are great.
Then there are the grandchildren. I couldn't pick a favorite from the many photos I have of them from their newborn to their graduations.
I have a favorite picture of my parents taken at their fortieth wedding anniversary. Of my parents and siblings, taken at the church by a professional photographer who came to do the parish directory. And of my dogs past and present.
Lots of pictures tied up with memories of happy days.
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