Below is Grace:
While I was looking through old photos, I found this one of me from about 4 years ago . It was the hair that caught my attention at first....whoa. That's long.
I stared and stared at this picture....I remember that shirt; I borrowed it from my sister. I still have that sweater in my closet and I think it's ugly; I remember that room in our first house and my old glasses. But I can hardly remember *me* back then.
What was I doing....reading the newspaper? I had time to read the newspaper? With only one baby, a small house to clean and working only 10 hours a week, I guess I did have time to read. Was I as tired as I am now? As happy? As horrified at the dirt in my house? Content, creative? I think so... Sometimes a picture ISN'T worth a thousand words, I guess.