One ritual that holds hard and true at our house is having dinner together most nights. It is a lot of work to make fresh home-cooked dinners happen, but we are committed to it. My husband’s Swedish heritage has a lot to do with this, which I love. In his family, dining is a time to be together, have conversation and enjoy a meal together. There is absolutely no eating in front of the TV, eating in the car (I am guilty of this too often) or eating while you are running out the door.
Photographing family meals is always near and dear to my heart because it is a special time at our house. Of course creating and eating a family meal can be a challenge when you add a finicky toddler who turns up their nose at the roasted vegetables you just slaved over, or thinks that the grilled fish you are serving looks best on your hardwood floors. Don’t get me wrong, not every dinner at our house is packed with rainbows and unicorns. There are plenty of nights with flying food, tears and chasing the shark-like dog away from the high chair. But in all honesty, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. That’s all part of the experience, right?