This is the first picture I have of my nephew Jason. He's snuggled down there in the womb of my sister, on the floor in front of the sofa. My boyfriend took this photo of my family in 1975, as verified by the facial hair on the men. (Facial hair on the women didn't appear until just a few years ago.)
That Carl was a trained photographer is no surprise when you consider that the flash went off in the mirror -- thereby hiding himself -- and there are no eye-hiding glares on the seven pairs of glasses in my family. There would have been more spectacles, but the progressive ones amongst us were wearing contact lenses, something I still can't do.
There are two parents here, three sons, two daughters, a son-in-law, a daughter-in-law, and an exchange student. I leave it to you to sort us out.
Before Beth had Jason, I had a dream that she had given birth to a daughter. I give a lot of power to dreams, whether they deserve it or not, whether they want it or not. I was absolutely convinced that Beth's child would be a girl, so I was really surprised when Jason turned out to be a boy. I was so confused that for a minute or two, I truly thought I was an uncle.
I have a friend whose young daughter burst into tears when she found out she could not grow a beard like Daddy's when she grew up.
Life is difficult.