Erik lives next door. We met him when we moved into our house five years ago. He was 12. When his parents reached out about photographing his senior portraits, my jaw dropped. Sure, he looked a little taller, but in my mind he was maybe 14 or 15. Where did the time go?
I remember when we met Erik. He came over, introduced himself and told us that he does yard work for a lot of families in our neighborhood. I was pretty impressed by how mature he was, and the fact that he had built a small business at such a young age. We hired him on the spot. I can’t believe he’s graduating this spring. We’ll miss having him around, but I only see amazing things happening for him in the future.
Good luck, Erik!