The invisible woman

I’ve just realized that there is only one picture of my daughter and I. And it’s a grainy one taken on my sisters iPad. It’s funny how you do end up being the person behind the camera. Capturing all the tiny memories. Or the faceless, leg less, body less entity. I think moms get the raw end of the deal sometimes.
I guess when for 99% of the time it is just her and I. I really can’t expect the ghost she keeps looking at to take the picture. Thankfully on the 27th as part of midwifery month, there is a photographer doing free 15 min mini shoots. I like free and I like to support my midwives. I wasn’t going to pass that up. And it’s a good way to have a few nice pictures of her and I.