So with this being our senior firsts, and student lasts year. We had to schedule R for his senior portrait for the yearbook. With only the senior man-child reminding me to make the appointment I was not annoyed, was never stressed. Oh sure it makes me very sad, and for the record I did cry, but then those of you who know me, know that I cry at every emotional thing, so it should be no surprise that these are his final yearbook pictures and I cried.
The same photographer who took C’s pictures, took O’s pictures and now R’s pictures. The office location has changed 3 times, if that stays consistent than they have 4 locations to go to before we are done. While I knew exactly where the other locations were, this one was in a former abandoned building and it took a wrong turn, around the wrong block, in an-up and coming neighborhood and back to where I started from. After a U-turn we had arrived.
The photographer gave R the white shirt and coat, both were too short for him but since this is not our first photo-rodeo we were not concerned. This picture makes me smile every time I see it, not sure if it is his bare legs or bare wrists, but it just makes me smile!
After getting a dozen shots in about 5 minutes we went upstairs to view his pictures.She made quick work in helping R with choosing the poses and the final picture for the yearbook. As with the older kids, I let the senior pick their picture for the yearbook. I sat and watched his man-child face flash on the screen I flashed back to his portraits from over the years, the gummy baby smile, the gap tooth grin, the awkward middle school picture, the more confident in himself high school pictures, and now we are picking out senior pictures. How did this happen?
He made an excellent choice in his picture, but as he says, “it is not like I was choosing a college” Oh mercy! (BTW my flash really made all the white things bright! it is not actually this bright for real)
Interesting enough the day of his pictures FB did a memory share and it was #1’s senior picture day. Facebook memories can really catch you unaware.
How can that be 4 years ago already? Which is why I say time moves so fast. So go hug your babies and tell someone you love them!