A Picture is Worth a 1000 Words

I love my dear husband. I also love photographing him. I know I may be a little bias, but I think he is absolutely drop dead gorgeous. In another lifetime, if he were a few inches taller, I think he could be a model :).I love his cute protruding ears, his bushy eyebrows, the cute indent on his chin, his long eyelashes, his beautiful hazel brown eyes, his sweet slender lips, his round bald head, and I could go on forever in a day. We are high school sweethearts and ten years later I still feel like that 17 year old teenager anxiously waiting to see my boyfriend during passing period.

However, my Hubster dislikes hates taking pictures. It either has to be a special occasion, anniversary, birthday, pictures with the kids, or I have to bribe him. Most of the time, I just take my camera and click away, hoping that I'll get a few solo shots of him.

This past weekend, I struck gold.

Posing for me on this park bench? No, watching his son run around.



Giving me a model pose? No, he just turned around when I called, "Papa!"

 

Thank goodness for my telephoto lens. I was about 25 feet away.



We were just sitting on a blanket watching our son feed the ducks while our girl was napping.
Camera is always ready, and captured between our conversation.



It is always a challenge taking pictures of my kids and my husband, but a challenge I love. I always tell my Hubster that he's going to thank me one day for taking the many pictures I take when we are old and gray and look back on our life because we will have the memories saved in our pictures.