When I was twenty-two, my marriage was falling apart. My life was a shambles. But even as my marriage was ending, my brother-in-law’s was just beginning. As my twenty-second Christmas approached, he and his fiancée asked that I take their engagement pictures, which I was happy to do. I love photography and at that point in my life, I hoped to be able to earn a little extra money from doing something that I loved. It didn’t work out, but maybe that’s for the best.
The pictures turned out well, though, if I do say so myself, and so has their marriage. Mr. and Mrs. Daniel Smith celebrated five years of wedded bliss this past July and I hope they will have many more years of happiness together. I’m not sure I know two nicer people. I was so happy for them when they finally got engaged that I didn’t know what to do with myself.
I did a couple of other photo shoots that year as well. My other brother-in-law graduated from high school that year, as did one of my coworkers’ sons, and I took some senior pictures for both young men. It was exciting to be doing something I was passionate about, but I ultimately decided that perhaps a career in photography was not for me. I have no problem telling my kids what to do, but when it comes to telling a paying customer how to sit or stand or hold their head, I’m much more hesitant.
Give me a pencil and paper (and lead and eraser refills) and I am a happy camper.
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