For the most part, I’m not going to tell you what to do, because I don’t want to give you my vision of you; I want to record you as you, being yourself. If that means one of your two-year-old twins just bit his brother in the arm, well, I’ll photograph the wound, and then both of them crying as you beseech the sky—because that’s life. More important, it’s your life. A tiny blip on a growth ring of your family’s tree. Maybe a scar on your son’s arm. Definitely a memory. A marker of who each one of you is, individually and together.