After we began discussing Donald's cancer journey, I began thinking that I really wanted to have family pictures made. We have not have family pictures made in a long time. That is primarily my fault. I love photos as long as they are not of me. I would rather go to the dentist than have my photo made. Seriously... I just don't like having my photo taken. Maybe if I were photogenic, but I am not. You should see my nieces -- all three of them. You can catch them off guard and they still look like they should be on the cover of a magazine. If I didn't love them so much, I would have to be envious of that kind of ability. Anyway, you get the picture (see what I did there?).
I immediately knew that there was only one person I wanted to take our pictures. She has taken the boys portraits. We are friends and I trust her. I sent her a vague text about photos and found out that her schedule was packed. She was working VBS, going on a mission trip, and had a plate overflowing. I just didn't think it was in the cards. I wasn't sure where to go because I could not imagine anyone else taking our photos, but I knew she could help me find someone. I called and asked her to help me find another photographer who would be willing to help us on July 4th weekend.
Being the sweet, generous and thoughtful friend that she is, she offered to take our pictures for us despite the crazy hectic schedule he has. I immediately started crying. Over pictures. I haven't cried over anything else in this process, but knowing that she would be willing to do this for us meant to much to me.
This morning we met and tried our best to get photos. It was hot! Taking family photos in Mississippi in July is not exactly ideal. However, if anybody can make us look good I know that my friend can do it. She promised she put on her extra skinny lens for me. :-) We will see.