{p,f,h,r}: The Yes, Sir, That's My Baby Edition

Just one picture today, my friends, but an exclusive one.  

Very rarely does it happen that a friend stops you at an event, points a camera in your face, says "Say Cheese!", snaps the picture, and then returns a halfway decent picture to you a few months later.

At least, that very rarely happens to me.  Usually, the candid pictures that friends take of me never surface and I can only assume that my dear friends, who love me, saw the terrible photo and vowed to never let it see the light of day.  For which I am eternally grateful.

But this one I do love, mostly for dear Baby's expression.  People have gone to the gallows with more humorous expressions.  She must be perfecting her poker face.

I also love this one because it is the only picture of Baby and me in existence.  I don't even have a picture of the two of us at her birth.  Pretty sad, I think.

I'm not trying to bring you down with my issues, just being {real}.  I know worrying about appearances is  nothing when compared to the real problems of the world.  But still . . .

How have I reached a point where I hate pictures of myself so much that I have only one example of how incredibly happy my wee hen makes me?  I don't know when that happened.

I love my kids with every cell in my body; I love my life and I am grateful for it; and I love that God has given me the gift of a body that has capably grown six amazing people.

I may not love the way I look, but I respect my body for all it does.  And I want more pictures like this.