These beautiful portraits are of my grandmothers - paternal on the left, maternal on the right. Although both of them are no longer with us, I am lucky enough to have portraits of the both of them in their younger years.
In this day and age, it's rare that anyone has a professional portrait taken of themselves. Atleast not anytime after your high school senior photo. I have heard such things like "When I lose 20 lbs" or, "I'm not very photogenic" or my favorite "I really just want photos of my kids." What about your children's children? What will they have to look back on, when they want to see where they got their beautiful blue eyes, or they quirky little button nose?
You must do it now.
We are all guilty of taking too many photos. Yep, I said it. We all have thousands of photos stored away on CD's, USB drives, somewhere in the cloud, your cell phone. Pictures of grandma blowing out her 80 birthday candles, or dad showing Bobby how to throw a football. Notice something in all of those photos though? YOU ARE MISSING. Mom takes all the photos, mom stores all the photos, mom doesn't want to get in front of the camera. And even when she decides the time is right for a family portrait, mom is the one who buys all the digitals on a CD or USB drive, and never does anything with them.
Recently I received an envelope FULL of pictures that my aunt sent to me. She was given the task of sorting through boxes of my grandparents photos after my grandfather passed away. What an amazing (and exhausting) task that would be! To have the chance to look at all these beautiful photos of family past, and remember all the beautiful memories of her parents and the family they created.
Someday, your child will tell their child "You have the same little dimple as your grandmother did." And that child will say, "Really? I would love to see a photo of her when she was younger!" And you will hand her a flash drive, which she will plug into her laptop (or whatever they create) and see the words "Corrupted." Or, you will hand her a cd that is so scratched, it's not even readable. Laptops these days don't even come with CD drives anymore - you can imagine how obsolete flash drives might be someday.
I don't recall these photos of my grandmothers ever hanging on the walls of their homes when I was growing up. But that doesn't matter. What matters is, they got their portraits taken, printed, and stored them safely in a box knowing someday, someone is going to want to look at these, treasure them, and hang them on their wall. They aren't going to care that you thought you were 20 lbs over your desired weight. They aren't going to cringe and say "She was not photogenic at all."