In the end, this involved driving to an appointment that was made before a snow storm started and a few days after the storm, bringing the children's Christmas clothing to the studio, getting everyone dressed, pleading with the older two to stay put and not make faces, convincing the younger two to not cry, oh never mind.
Anyways, I should let go the fact that my cardigan wasn't sitting the way I wanted it to in the photograph, or that I seemed to be slouching, or that everyone looks cute and darling except for me.
Thank you, Jesus, for what you did for us. And I'm not talking about the photographs. I'm talking about your sacrifice.