My son is almost two and we’ve never had an official family photo. Maybe this is common, but to those that know me well they are probably a little shocked.
Photos are a big thing for me. I don’t have the best memory so I do my best to keep up with the every day and the special by way of photos. My iPhone has helped tremendously in this effort as it is always handy to snap a quick photo. And I’ve discovered an app where I take a photo a day (one of both Miles and one of the two of us together) and then download it into the program. You can create a video that flashes through the photos quickly so you can see the changes over time. And my digital SLR, while not as easy to fit in my pocket — let’s get real, the thing barely fits in my purse — is a near essential on most outings so I can snap pictures of the family.
We’ve documented Miles’ first two years pretty well with professional photography but Michael and I haven’t jumped in front of the camera with him yet. So I decided to rectify that situation.
Working at a newspaper lends itself to being around some pretty talented and creative folks. So a coworker and now friend will be taking photos of the family this weekend. As excited as I am about the photos, I’m dreading them all the same. I have NO idea what to wear. I feel self conscious in everything. I went through my closet and dresser last night trying on countless outfits and none screamed, “Wear me, you will look gorgeous and skinny and beautiful!”
And to make matters worse, I’m trying to find two outfits that I will allow myself to be photographed in. We are doing photos of Michael, Miles and me as well as photos with my twin sis and her family and our mom. So at least one of my outfits needs to coordinate with the rest of the family and then the second with Michael and Miles. At least the boys will just wear whatever I lay out without second thought!
I know at the end of the day that what I’m wearing will be the last thing I care about. I’m sure I’m the only one that will look at that picture and think, “boy I look fat” or whatever other concern I have. I realize that the important thing is documenting where we all are right now and celebrating that!
I cherish pictures I have with my dad and other loved ones that I lost. I lovingly look back at photos of others, still alive but that I don’t see often enough, and only see the big smiles, laughter or moments and remember my times with them.
So time to suck it up (and possibly in) and get ready for family photos!