December 13, 2010
Lucy: You hold me and I’ll be asleep, and then you love me and take a picture of you, okay?
I loved her vision…
It was a photo shoot orchestrated entirely by a five year old. I looked at the picture on the big screen where every tiny flaw and imperfection on my face is wide and deep. I stared at the image for a bit, the photographer in my head thinking of all the tweaking that could be done…but then a wave fell over me.
All I could see were love wrinkles, the kind that form from deeply feeling whatever is in your heart, the kind that form from the courage it sometimes takes to express them, the kind that come from thinking too much, the kind that started from listening intently, the kind that grew from holding a space for strangers and those you hold dear alike, the kind that know what it is like to be healed, the kind that have known fear, the kind that believe love and kindess are the only answers.
…and then I felt so much love and compassion and pride for that face, for the story that it tells.
…and for the girl who insisted on capturing it.