Favourite photo

There’s a meme going round at the moment and, though I haven’t been tagged, I thought I’d join in anyway (cue me being blackballed by the blogging community for having such temerity.) It’s amazingly hard to just pick one picture, since I have so many that conjour memories good and bad. Facebook is a very good source for hideous school pics, uploaded by old friends, to make me laugh. My wedding album in it’s entirity would make a favourite, as would one of DH and I on the beach in Copenhagen in February 2007. It’s almost impossible in fact to find a picture that doesn’t make me happy…but there’s just something about this one.

It’s my current Facebook profile picture (personal rather than DG) and I have a copy on my bedside table and DH has one on his desk at home and work, so I can say confidently that we both have strong feelings about this snapshot. I say snapshot, but it is a professional picture. We are members of a club at a local photographer’s. They took our wedding pictures, so when we wanted some professional shots of our new baby as a gift for my mother (who helped us out when PD was first born) it seemed the obvious place to go (in fact there is still a shot on their website of the three-week old PD- the bottom of the first page of the children gallery if you are interested). We get to go every six months and spend literally hours there whittling down the fabulous shots to one or two that we can put on the wall. Last time we went, DH’s brother was visiting with his family from Australia. We had never met his partner or his son, our nephew, who is only a month younger than PD. We were both expecting second babies so there was lots to talk about and catch up on and it was a great day for us all. We had some shots done as a memento, but also as a gift for his parents, as we don’t get together all that often now that we are separated by 12 time zones. This particular shot though was just a moment captured during down time by the photographer. To me, it’s pretty much perfect. There’s something about the way that my amazing husband is holding our baby. Although you can’t see much of him, you can tell how much he loves and adores her. You just know he’d walk through fire for her. And as he’s quite a private man, it’s unusual to be able to see so much of what he is feeling so publicly. The PD always looks scrummy, but she’s looking straight out from the arms of her daddy as though she’s ready to bowl over the world. I suspect she will.