Lori is a VERY talented writer. Her blog is well-written and well-read. I KNOW she is a much better writer than I am so I asked her to create the post that goes with her images taken a few weeks ago. Hers is a private family and requested only a few images be posted–especially of the children.
Soooo-without further ado–here is Lori and her husband, along with her thoughts on each image:
I can’t remember which of the children provided the heartfelt commentary that popped up under our faces.
My husband and I were annoyed that the unknown-at-the-time gesture was ruining the shot,
but it turns out that it MADE the shot.
More from Lori:
I like to time-travel. You can see what our family portraits looked like in the 1970s when I was the same age my daughter is now. We always did self-portraits in our living room using Dad’s camera’s self-timer. You can tell that by the time we took this final, goofy shot (an annual tradition) we were having a good time.
Neither my husband nor I have my Dad’s knack for documenting our family’s life through portraits. So we rely on my dear friend Mary Beth. Every few years, we go to a spot of Mary Beth’s choosing — sometimes out in nature and sometimes urban-funky — and have her record our moments in time. She has an amazing talent for capturing not only our outer appearances, but also our inner essences and our inter-relationships.
See some of the results of our recent portrait session, below. Yes, she DID take many full-frontal facial photos (and they are fantastic), but we have limits on what we’ll share online about our children.
The body language shows how independent we are, but that we are also a tightly-knit family.
We go together like ramma lamma lamma ka dinga da dinga dong.
What words exist to describe the emotions I feel when I see my husband and my daughter
delighting in each other so? None.
One of the best perks of having an 8 year-old son is getting daily hugs and kisses from a handsome young man.
We always do a hand portrait. No one ever has closed eyes or wears a smirk in a shot like this.
She likes it when we’re lovey-dovey with each other. But she pretends not to.
I don’t remember which face she was giving us, the “awwwww” or the “yuck!”
My daughter and I are so different in many ways. This shot , though, highlights our similarities.
We are in synch as we walk together through life.
Toward dusk, the zombies began to appear.
I wish I could say I look forward to getting our portraits done each year. But I fret about the color theme and what shirts to wear, hashing it all out with my husband and kids. We try to find the right day on the calendar when the weather and the light will aid and abet our efforts. I put on lipstick and mascara only a handful of times in a year, delighting my daughter Tessa but stressing me out about appearing “perfect.”
But once we meet MB at the place she’s scouted out, all that stress melts away. We are just a family in our casual best, enjoying each other’s company on a beautiful Colorado day. MB tells us how beautiful we are and we feel beautiful.
Without fail it ends up being a very happy experience.
The proof is in the pictures.