Photography is my wife's passion. Problem is, it's not mine. In fact, it's worse than that. There have been a lot of times when I have downright hated it. I always felt that so much energy was spent worrying about missing the perfect shot or perfect moment, that people actually forgot to enjoy that perfect moment, or at least be fully present for it. They were so busy trying to record the moment for posterity they actually spoiled it for themselves.
Very ironic.
However, at a certain point, I realized, as most men do, that there was no point resisting photography, whether it be wedding photos (at my own wedding), the yearly family photos and family portraits, or simply candid shots. It was much better to go along with it all, to put up with the fussing to get everyone neat and clean and happy and smiling. As the years went by and my wife didn't back down, I could tell photography was obviously super important to her. I could tell that it was a deep need of hers to have all her "men/boys" (myself and our 2 young boys) constantly pictured and photographed so she had a keepsake to treasure of the passing years. Her desire to have these annual momentos seemed to be just about as strong as her desire to have kids themselves!
Who could ever beat that strong of a drive? That's the Pulsing of Evolution, of Life itself.
So I came to the conclusion: family photos make a happy wife. This was one area where it was just best for me as the husband to take the back seat.
My message to any men out there who resist family photos is simple: suck it up, guys. We all know that family photos make a happy wife. You're going to have to find it deep in your heart to smile like you really meant it for the 300th time during the painfully long and tedious session. However, just trust that if you can overcome your resistance and do something purely because you love someone else without thinking of a reward – if you can find that place of love and altruism – the Universe in all her beautiful and wondrous ways will pay it back to you.
Very ironic.
However, at a certain point, I realized, as most men do, that there was no point resisting photography, whether it be wedding photos (at my own wedding), the yearly family photos and family portraits, or simply candid shots. It was much better to go along with it all, to put up with the fussing to get everyone neat and clean and happy and smiling. As the years went by and my wife didn't back down, I could tell photography was obviously super important to her. I could tell that it was a deep need of hers to have all her "men/boys" (myself and our 2 young boys) constantly pictured and photographed so she had a keepsake to treasure of the passing years. Her desire to have these annual momentos seemed to be just about as strong as her desire to have kids themselves!
Who could ever beat that strong of a drive? That's the Pulsing of Evolution, of Life itself.
So I came to the conclusion: family photos make a happy wife. This was one area where it was just best for me as the husband to take the back seat.
My message to any men out there who resist family photos is simple: suck it up, guys. We all know that family photos make a happy wife. You're going to have to find it deep in your heart to smile like you really meant it for the 300th time during the painfully long and tedious session. However, just trust that if you can overcome your resistance and do something purely because you love someone else without thinking of a reward – if you can find that place of love and altruism – the Universe in all her beautiful and wondrous ways will pay it back to you.