I'm beginning to wonder.
Luckily, should Nick and I choose to partake, my best friend is a photographer. A damn good one, to boot. I'm just not sure I get the point of taking engagement photos. I get that bridal portraits and wedding pictures are there so that once I'm old and (God forbid) ugly I can swipe the dust off the album and cry that I can't even remotely walk in heels anymore and Nick's hair will never be that long again. But really, what's the point of an engagement photo session? One shot showcasing both my face and his with the ring sparkling obnoxiously sounds reasonable enough. But an entire session where we're posing in ways that will quite possibly cause him to twist his ankle again, or putting on highly unnatural alien-esque smiles...I don't think I see the point.
No offense to those of you who are naturally happy, smiley people. If your husband-to-be regularly carries you around effortlessly, or leans through some archway to kiss you (and subsequently tweak his back) when there's over a foot difference in height between the two of you, then kudos to you guys. If you want an accurate picture of happy Nick and Alyson times, crack open a bottle of Barefoot riesling while I preheat the oven for jalapeno poppers wearing a long black nightgown and Nick kills things on the xbox in his sweatpants. No panoramic lens needed--our apartment's pretty small.
This is the part where you weigh in on whether or not we should break down and tell Jason he has to take engagement photos of us. Annnnnd go!
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