While I was driving home, I realized that the pictures they took at school, which I'd been so, so excited to finally see, might not be something I wanted to see after all. I mean, it's highly unlikely that a photographer she's never met before is going to elicit a genuine smile. So I waited on pins and needles, bracing myself for the worst, telling myself it was okay, we have plenty of pictures of big, genuine smiles, and it's just one silly school picture.
When I was unloading her bag after school today, I saw the envelope with the pictures. I actually held my breath as I slid them out of the envelope.
|And I haven't stopped staring at it since.|