The truth is we have a million reasons to keep putting off scheduling our family portrait sessions. We need to shed a few pounds, we don't have time, it's the wrong season, we don't like the way we look in portraits, we don't like what we see in the mirror, and so on, and on , and so forth. In reality, these aren't really reasons but in fact, just excuses. The vast majority of us need to shed some weight and no matter what may never like how we look in the mirror or a portrait. There is always time for what is most important if we make it a priority and lay down the law. Every season is the right season. Let me tell you a little story to explain why I am so passionate and adamant about this.
In 2016, my mother-in-law was fighting off her 5th diagnosis of cancer. I spoke to her one afternoon while she was in the hospital, telling her how much I admired how upbeat and positive she always seemed. She was a tough old bird to say the least. She was feisty and I loved our weekly chats. The next afternoon my husband called to tell me she had passed away. I have yet to find one picture of the two of us together.
In 2007, I moved out of state to help my dad run his oilfield business. This was going to be a little challenging, as I didn't grow up around him but this was a perfect opportunity to really get to know each other. In 2016,just before the town went from boom to bust, my dad decided to retire. He loved motorcycles and Jesus and couldn't wait to hit the highway. In January of 2017, he was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer. When he got to weak to go to church, his family and brothers and sisters in Christ rallied around him and held services at his home. Six short months later, he passed away.
At the end of 2017, we returned to Texas in order to be closer to my father-in-law and our daughter, who had started college two hours from him. I hadn't ever really spent much time with my father-in-law, as his wife was such a big personality and he was a pretty quiet old man. He was a little blunt and expected me to read his mind half the time. It was quite comical looking back how determined we were to be family and how different from each other we were. He called me up one day telling me that his pacemaker kept shocking him and he thought he ought to go in to the hospital so they could fix it somehow and asked if I would take him. Of course I headed right over and come to find out, there was nothing wrong with his pacemaker, it was doing what it was supposed to do. They didn't find anything wrong with it and had him schedule an appointment with his cardiologist. I moved in to "help him with housework" a week later as he began to fall and just didn't seem himself at all. If it weren't for me sending pictures to his other kids, I don't think they would have believed how quickly he deteriorated. Suddenly, he needed a walker and a wheelchair to get from one room to the next when just the week before he was driving and selling merchandise as a local fair. Two months later he passed away at home after being diagnosed with bone cancer. My brother and sister-in-law were so grateful for the pictures I was able to share with them.
We lost three parents in three years. Tomorrow is not promised. Our health is not guaranteed. Whether you ever like what you see in the mirror or in a picture or not, your loved ones will. We don't take pictures of ourselves for us but to share with those that love us. When looking through photo albums and framed portraits hanging on the wall, we don't have to ask where the time went, we can trace each year and so many moments in the memories we captured to share. No more excuses. No more putting it off. Schedule your portrait session TODAY.