Yesterday evening, we heard the doorbell ring and then a series of knocks on our black-colored, iron-grilled door. We thought it was a late comer, an uninvited guest. Paw slowly answer the door and looked outdoors to see that the FedEx truck was parked in front of our house. My spider sense indicated that our family photographs were delivered in one big brown box, which the guy placed inside the garage.
“Thanks for choosing Olan Mills to capture this special moment in your family’s life. We know these distinctive portraits will be among your family’s most treasured possession and we guarantee your complete satisfaction with them.”
After a couple of hours this late afternoon, Paw and I completed the hanging of our portraits. Three large ones on the wall and two small oval ones displayed inside the selves of our bookcase. The largest one hangs over my Kimball piano. It shows the four of us. The two next largest one is handing side-by-side near the door. One shows the elderly couple and the other shows the children. The two smaller frames are the four and then the elderly couple.
We had taken the photos on July 19, 2011. That took around 53 days or just over six weeks of delivery. Truly, this will probably be the last family portrait the four of us will ever had taken professionally. The boy no longer calls or visits us after I clowned him over many messages via my cellphone. His relatives have already sent him messages over Facebook to make babies of which his sentiments to us is: “All you want is grandchildren.” In other words, that’s his way of telling us to go to hell and that he will enjoy himself without children. Thank you.
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