It was simply the room with the best light.

Maya held Emma while I cradled Chloe.

Julian stood beside us, then sat when the position made it easier to keep everyone in the frame.

My sister moved a chair, checked the screen, and asked him to stop looking at his daughter’s sweater instead of the camera.

“It keeps riding up,” he said.

“She won’t be insulted by the photograph,” Maya replied.

He smiled.