Pictures of You
WHAT A DIFFERENCE a year makes. These past few months, I’ve often found myself looking through family photos before going to bed—it’s a much better way to fall asleep than scanning the news. There’s the happy shot of us last July on a beach that’s bubbling with beachgoers in the background. There’s the snap from September of my friend Amy and me, squeezing each other in a full-body, cheek-to-cheek embrace on her birthday. And more recently, the picture of my son’s small hand, innocently pressed against the inside of a restaurant window, waving hello to me, the photographer, outside on a January day. I remember the only thought running through my head as I took that photo was: I’d better wipe the fingerprints off that clean glass. We’ve undoubtedly been through…