When we moved back to Utah a few years ago and started looking for homes in the suburbs we got a little flack from my some of my family and friends. Actually we got a lot of flack from a select few that couldn’t believe I would want to live in the “burbs.” I stuck to my guns for all of the reasons that were important to me… a bigger yard, more house for the money, non-busy streets, etc. Had I not been a mother I would have totally preferred to move back to “the city” but at that point in my life the “burbs” fit me just fine. I have never regretted this decision. We love our home, love our neighbors and love that we are still close enough to Salt Lake. And I became even more impressed with our little town a few weekends ago.
I had planned on schlepping my boys to the mall on a weekday to avoid the crowds and get the traditional picture with Santa Claus. Although I knew I “HAD” to do it, I wasn’t really looking forward to it. Going anywhere with all of the boys is always a chore, but standing in line, buying a print of a not-so-great picture because they won’t let me take my own, and potentially dealing with a scary Santa Claus wasn’t my ideal way to spend an afternoon. But I would do it anyway, because I wanted the picture, no matter how bad it might be.
And then I read our town’s newsletter where it said, “Santa will be at the Community Center – receive a free picture.” I was not going to pass this up… close to home and free?!? I figured there would be a line but I’d take the line at the Community Center over having to drag all 3 boys into the mall by myself. Plus this event was on a Saturday so Ken could do the schleping
So we went. My boys are clearly excited about different things. Ricky was so excited to see Santa that he was in the car buckled in his car seat by himself for a good 10 minutes waiting for the rest of us. The babies beeline it to the street every chance they get. They could have cared less about anything else but being outside and making it to the street before being captured. (See there you have it, one benefit of living in the suburbs …. my boys can run safely in the street ;).
Good thing Daddy was here to wrangle them since I was taking care of the important things (you know, taking pictures of them running for the street!)
So we get the the Community Center and there is NO line. Instead there is an area for the kids to make a craft, cupcakes of various flavors that were to die for and hot chocolate for us to enjoy while we wait our turn for Santa. Ricky finished his craft and we went right up to see Jolly Old St. Nick. And then…
It gets better! I walked up and the photographer sees that I have my camera and says, “Here you go, plug this in.” He hands me the sync cord to his strobes, tells me his lighting settings and proceeds to let me take my own pictures using his lights! Then he tells Ken and I to get in the picture and takes some for us on MY camera! When I asked for his card, he said, “oh we’ll get it to you when we mail you your print,” and proceeds to take more shots with his camera. So, he let me use his set up, take my own pictures on my own camera, took pictures for me with my camera and sent me a free print in the mail of the picture he took on his camera. Not only that, I got to talk photography for a bit, which always makes me happy!
The worst part of it all was that he didn’t sent his card or name or anything. So Mr. Photographer friend, if you every come across my blog and read this – Thank you! You made my day.
And on the way home we saw these little fellows:
Not a great picture, but this day in it’s entirety reminded me that I really love our little suburbia.