It’s rare that I have a photograph of W and myself, much less one that makes me smile when I see it. Yesterday afternoon I put W on my shoulders and we walked around the yard and enjoyed the temperature dropping. Mother had her camera phone with her and captured this moment and of course the images before and after I am scowling and frowning because I do not like anyone to take my photograph. At ALL. This is in part because of my need to be in control and in part because I hate the way I look.
But I saw this photo and I didn’t see fat or zitty or pale or puffy or awful clothes or horrible hair or all of the things I might usually see first. Instead I saw happiness, love, motherhood. It was a perfect moment. Check out other perfect moments at Lori’s blog.