When I was 16 my Dad passed away unexpectedly – one day he was there & bam, the next he was gone. During that time my head was all over the place & photos were something I looked for but didn’t really have except for a random collection of snap shots. I would pay a million bucks to have 1 amazing portrait of me with my Dad – something to look at & go “that’s us, there’s the beginning of me”.
Now, as a Mum this really gets to me on such a deep level – when I look at my kids I want them to see me – to not forget me.
Earlier this year I had this feeling come over me that I had to get my family photos done – that if I didn’t something would be lost – it was an entirely emotional response to something deep in my gut. So we had our family photos done & now they’re hanging on our wall & my kids love looking at the photos we have hanging on the wall, they love to talk about & tell me their funny little stories.
My kids will now see their beginning for as long as we have those photos. This is just priceless to me.