Last Thursday, a phone call in which I actually had to hear the person on the other line led me to my father's office, because a house filled with four boys all 4 years old or younger is never a quiet house. The photos behind his desk took me on a stroll down memory lane... until the one below stopped me cold.
It took me a second to be sure it was from 1998, but my long hair was the giveaway. The spring of my senior year of college, I chopped it at chin level. The details aren't clear -- was my best friend T visiting? Did she take the picture? What else did we do that day?