.Fathers Day.

It’s an interesting Fathers Day here today, to say the least. Both our kids are ill and running temperatures, and one in particular is extremely miserable.  If I’m being honest I can’t say it’s entirely the Happy day it’s supposed to be, but both daddy and I have realised that days like today are all part and parcel of being a parent, and being part of a family. So we’re embracing the ups and downs, mindful that this is but one day in a lifetime, and we are blessed by each and every day we share with our children.  Joy will always reside, even should happiness take a short vacation. We wouldn’t trade what we have at the moment for all the Baileys in Ireland.

Being Fathers Day and all, I was thinking back over various sessions I’ve done, and some photographs that instantly come to mind when I think of the fathers amongst them. I love love love (yes, love) seeing dads with their kids, and being able to record the relationship between them.  You wouldn’t believe how many photographs I have of Matt with our two, and I could look at them over and over again.  So in honour of today, and the wonderful dads I’ve shared some time with, I thought I’d post a few of my favourite photographs.  These are just a very few, mind you.

And of course all this talk about dads brings to mind my dad.  I don’t have a whole lot of photographs of us together.  When I was growing up photographs actually cost money to take – every time the shutter was pressed it cost around a dollar. Which in those days could probably have bought a loaf of bread and a carton of milk.  Maybe I’m exaggerating a little, but to our parents, and a lot of other parents at the time, there were other things that took priority. Other needs that had to be met first.  So I’m extremely grateful for the few photographs I do have.  And though I’m not sure why – this one below would have to be one of my favourites

Each time I look at this image I smile. Maybe it’s because of dad’s cheeky grin (which hasn’t changed much), or of the memories it conjures. Or the reminder of the things about dad that have always stood out to me, like his HUGE big hands – seriously, his little fingers are bigger than my thumbs.  Fortunately for Matt he has reasonably big hands too, as I somehow came to associate the measure of a man, and I guess the security it represented, by the size of his hands.  I probably wouldn’t have looked twice at him if it weren’t for his broad palms, and the oil and grease beneath his fingernails.  😉
But whatever it is, it makes me happy. Dad makes me happy. Being married to a dad, my children’s dad, makes me happy.  So I guess it is a happy day after all.  🙂 

(And, no, I don’t have that many brothers and sisters – the girl on the left of the group is my aunt, and the two next to her my cousins).

Narrelle x

{ Family Photographer Melbourne }