My stomach hurts from laughing so much and so hard. My grown children have families of their own but they are still "my kids"! Best yet, they are the funniest people I know!
We are planning a five-generation family portrait. We're talking color-coordination, inside/outside options; you know, photographic basics. Epic!
The photographer is my daughter, Nicole. Her portfolio is awesome not to mention her Photoshop skills. In fact, I'm hoping she can "svelte-me-up" by erasing my double chin or, better still, pose me as chin-solo!
Nicole and I as we iron out the basics. We decide that each family will choose one color to wear, not matchy-matchy but coordinated. She chooses the color options that will blend beautifully. Then she informs me that one of my sons stated that he absolutely refuses to "dress up" for holidays. His belief is that holidays are for being comfortable.
"He'll probably show up in one of his Superman t-shirts!" she tells me.
"Cool!" I answer, "maybe we should assign his family the color blue."
"No way!" she insists, "We can't dictate or there will be dissention! Every family should choose their own color."
We agree. We message the whole family, date, color options to choose from; the look we're going for!We ask them to choose the color they most want for their own family.
Several dozen messages later the Five Generation Portrait has gone from classic, lovely, full color photo worthy of enlarging, matting and framing and hanging above the mantel for years to come to a full-on everybody in jeans and Superman shirts of various types.
Capes are clearly out but there is a bit of anarchy regarding black smudges on our faces from saving the world all day!
Superman t-shirts on my 86 year old parents, my husband and I, our children, grandchildren and great-granddaughter and I'M OKAY WITH THAT!
I'll still enlarge it, frame and mat it and hang it above the mantel because it will be the most accurate portrait of our family. Every time I behold those smiles and t-shirts, old and new on the old and new, I will smile. I'll remember the messages that almost immediately busted into total anarchy making my belly ache with laughter. I'll remember my grandson looking down at his phone as it went crazy with beeping notifications that the family was at it again. After reading two dozen messages, he looked up at me and apologized for "leaving the conversation"!
"Nothing worse than 'non-sensicle' adults!" he smiled as he turned his phone off.
I'm looking forward to Superman day. I'm going to wear my best earrings and smile big for the camera.
I'll be counting myself lucky that we will not be dressing up as Storm Troopers, Tardis's or Sherlock Holmes. With this wonderful family it could have easily gone in any of those directions!