Generations
When my first daughter, Hannah, was born my grandmother and mother came out from Connecticut to Salt Lake City where I lived to see my daughter–the next generation. We went to a studio there and had a picture taken of our four generations. A few short years later my grandmother died at 91 yrs old. When my husband was at Purdue getting his MBA, we had all four of our daughters and my mother came for a visit. On our limited budget, we went to a department store photo studio to take a three generation picture. The camera would only go back far enough for us to barely fit all six of our faces in the picture. It was so disappointing. No cute pink dresses showing!
A half dozen more years have flown by and my mother is here visiting. No more cute pink dresses, a couple of teenagers and more desires to remember our time of three generations of girls/women who are separated by many miles, but bound by ties that distance cannot even loosen. Now we have Amy to give us what we missed at that department store: a variety of poses, a desire to make our portrait an heirloom that will be in our homes for generations, a priceless memory. This morning we did our session in less than an hour. My mother was so impressed with Amy, and we can’t wait for her to be at the “magic” of our proof viewing. There’s something very special about seeing those pictures projected on the studio wall. Big smiles on all faces! Can’t wait. Thank you Amy!