When my boys were babies, my friend who had not yet had children would remind me to get in the photo. She was able to remember that as a child she loved to see what her parents looked like when she was a baby. She would always say to me “let me take a photograph of you with the boys” I would get caught up in the, but I look terrible, I look tired, I look fat. I hate the top I am wearing. I even had braces when my oldest was a baby and I absolutely didn’t want my metal mouth to be preserved for life. … Continue readingThe value of a photograph