"I still don't understand why we need professional photos," I said, adjusting Maya's dress for the third time. "We have plenty of pictures.""We have plenty of snapshots," Thomas corrected, straightening Sam's tie. "We don't have a real family portrait.""What's the difference?""The difference is that someday Maya will want a picture of her family when she was little. Not a blurry phone photo, but something she can frame and put on her mantle.""I'm not little," Maya protested. "I'm three and three-quarters.""You're right," Thomas said seriously. "You're practically grown up.""Very grown up," she agreed.Sam rolled his eyes but smiled. "You're still little enough that I can carry you.""I can walk by myself.""I know you can. But what if you get tired?""Then I'll ask for a piggyback ride.""Deal."The photography studio was fancier than I'd expected. Soft lighting, multiple backdrop options, and a photographer who looked like she'd stepped out of a magazine herself."You must be t
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