One day, you’ll take a photo that becomes the last photo vou ever take with someone.
It won’t feel like a last.
It won’t be staged or planned.
You’ll smile, maybe laugh, and go on with your day.
And only later, days, months, or years later you`ll look back at it and realize.. this was it. The last time you stood side by side. The last time you hugged. The last time they were here. They can be gone at any moment, and that photo might be all you have left.
If vou lost them tomorrow, would vou have anything to remember them by?
So take the photos. Even when your hair’s a mess. Even when you don’t feel “photo ready.” Because one day, it won’t matter how you looked, only that you were there