I don’t want to hurt you, but I just never feel as though I can hold you close enough…
I can feel you curling up behind me. And one part of you, in particular!
As comfortable as I’ve ever been, as happy as I ever thought I’d be, more hopeful than I ever imagined… ~C
Imagine poor Camille, buck naked, crouched behind the tripod and staring through the camera’s view-finder in order to line up the shot. Once she’s satisfied, she hits the timer button, skitters 15 or so feet across a slippery floor and then launches herself over my right shoulder. Meanwhile I, as the camera’s beep-beep-beep warning alerts us faster and faster, attempt to get my hands in exactly the right position…while making sure I don’t drop my wife over my back. THIS is what we go through in order to bring y’all our best efforts!
[In all seriousness, we love our followers, and we were wildly giggling during the entire effort to re-create this shot, as requested by sweet Misty. We failed pretty miserably, but it was part of a raucous afternoon that ended exactly as you’d expect.