I used to be the one receiving pictures of my kids all day while I worked, grateful for any tiny glimpse I might get into the everyday of their miraculous lives. Today, I finally realized I’m the one sending those pictures now.

I don’t post many pictures of my children, but I do share quite a bit with close family and friends. The days I take more pictures tend to be the ones I remember fondly, even if those pictures are of frowning faces and tear-stained cheeks. Yes, I take those pictures too. Sometimes the only way for me to maintain sanity during a meltdown is to record it in all its meltiness. By the grace of God, for every picture like that I’ve got dozens more of my rambunctious boys laughing and smiling. And I’m the one behind the camera.

What a blessing.