Prior to our family vacation to Orlando, my mom called saying she wanted to get some professional photos taken of all of us, considering we haven’t had family portraits since we were still members of First Baptist Church in the early 90’s. (She also wanted some “engagement shots” of SVV and me, though don’t worry, we won’t be those people who send them out on our save-the-dates.) Conveniently enough, I have a highly-talented photographer friend Lori who resides in the Orlando area and was more than happy to assume the task.
I thought they turned out pretty great. SVV, however, was disappointed in his performance. (When you ask him to pose, he plasters on this fake smile and juts out his chin, like he couldn’t be more uncomfortable. Why do dudes do that anyway?) He’s still getting used to this “life on camera” that comes with dating a Luna. Unlike me, he did not have an overenthusiastic mother who documented his every move 365 days a year on both 35mm film and video. (Oh wait, guess it must have rubbed off, as that’s exactly what I do now!)
(I still think he’s cute anyway. But I suppose I’m biased.)
It was hotter than Hades out—Orlando, outdoors in the height of summer is not ideal for trying to look pretty—so we were all sweating profusely and trying to stay un-shiny (it didn’t always work in my case). When Lori took my sister and me, we kept fighting to be on our “good side” (we both prefer the left), so we had to take the same pictures and then do a switcheroo. I’m sure Lori wasn’t at all fed up with us by the time the shoot was over!
Lori kept telling me my smile was “too plastic.” (That’s why I love her; she’s 1000% honest with me.) I suppose, but again, that’s also what comes with being trained to pull off a perfect photo or risking your mother posting every embarrassing shot of you across Tennessee.
To remedy that, my dad took it upon himself to make us laugh (he’d had a few beers in him, per the norm).
Kari and Nick were up next. Aren’t they darling?
And here’s us with The Shrimp; notice we had to bend down to all be in the same frame. (She’s barely over five feet tall!)
And the whole fam.
Still, my favorite one was this totally candid one of Kari and I with my dad. A keeper, for sure.