I believe if anyone asked Henry what word comes to mind when he thinks of the evening he took his senior portraits, he would say COLD. We. froze. Henry never complained one time though, and did anything I asked him to do, including standing on the football field in his jersey in 30-degree weather.
Though we had frost-bit fingers and rudolph noses, it was worth it all to see the look in their eyes when Henry and his family got to see his images for the first time today.
Congratulations Henry! Your hard work is almost finished and this year will soon be a distant memory. Thank you for choosing me to give you something to remember your Senior year by.