I’m so thankful to be able to offer a handful of Family Sessions during the Spring and Fall. With each family, there’s always something new, but each also have a common thread of ‘togetherness’ that always makes me smile.
When I photographed this family, I couldn’t help but think about my own sister. Watching these two little sisters as they paraded before my camera lens, holding hands one minute, laughing together another, took me back to one story in particular . . .
It was a few weeks before Christmas, and I was about five years old. Mom had taken my sister and me to see the Christmas parade in the local rural town near where we lived. Last in the parade, riding on a huge red fire truck with blasting sirens, was Santa Claus. I can barely recall my excitement, but Mom told me I stood like a statue, eyes as big a silver dollars, mouth open in awe of the spectacle before me.
As Santa climbed down from the fire truck and walked up the steps of the local bank to his special chair, children lined up for a visit on Santa’s knee.
I wanted to see Santa so much, but all of a sudden, I was scared. Very scared. Mom took my sister and me by the hand to get in line, and she had to nearly drag me into place. “Don’t you want to see Santa?” Mom asked. I looked at the ground and refused to answer. I was still scared.
All of a sudden, my sister took my hand, looked at Mom and said, “I’ll take her, I’m not afraid,” and up the steps we went to see Santa. I remember thinking I had the best sister in the world. She stood beside me and held my hand while Santa lifted me up to his lap. I was no longer afraid, but it was my sister who helped me take that first step.
There is no better friend than a sister. And there is no better sister than you.