This morning before Jake left for school, he informed me he needed a baby picture of himself. Ya know, because it's his eleven year old job to enlighten me about these kinds of things three minutes before the bus is expected to arrive ... even when it was running on a two hour delay.
So, I grab the photo album labeled 1999 to snag a photo of the kid. Once I ripped it from the page and flung it in his direction quickly to assure he'd make his way onto the bus, I noticed the following picture staring up at me.
Holy Bajeezers! I hardly recognized these two people. This photo was taken of Big Daddy and me ten years ago, at my high school reunion.
It's amazing what a few years and four children can do to people, isn't it?
