My husband took a beautiful picture of me with my lover. We are sitting on a blanket in the grass and our knees are touching. Only part of H’s face can be seen. He is looking at my son who is moving his arms and legs to the beat. My son is dancing with a little girl and her skirt is twirling in a blur. She and the rest of us are in motion.
It looks as if H and Baby M I had jumped into the photograph. We are poised and ready for this moment and for others. The people in this photo want to be part of what my husband is just content to watch.
My husband caught me sitting next to H. I am there and I am so close to him. I am in mid-clap and I must have been swaying to whatever I was hearing because my hair is not pushed behind my ears. It is carefree and falling over one shoulder and my body is tilted to toward H.
We didn’t know my husband was sneaking photos of us at the concert. I didn’t realize he had pulled out the camera to take candid shots of his wife, his son and his friend. I wasn’t conscious of the lens on me, but I am looking at it anyway. My hands are positioned to come together and I am smiling at my husband with the camera. It is an unapologetic smile. It is a smile that erupts from the deepest and wisest happy. It’s the way people smile when they have what they need and they know.