I'm needing tissues again. What on earth is wrong with me? Just when I think I've got it all together there's a knock at the door and our school pictures are placed in my hand. That I can handle. Every year Mr. Smoke smiles nicely at me and as he turns to walk away he clucks, "they turned out great"! The girls nervously say, "he always says that". Ah, but he's always right!
We check out the new photo which always bring a grin. No, not crying yet. The tears come after I open the back of the picture frame and remove the stack from years past... We began keeping them this way in 2004.
Hormones? I'm telling you young ladies out there... you just have no idea.