I was sitting on the couch, shuffling through piles of pictures from Disney World. I'm making a scrapbook of them as a Christmas gift for someone and I took SO FREAKING MANY pictures that it just made sense to weed through them so this person does not end up with a 2000 page scrapbook.
I came across a picture, the one that is my profile photo now, and I stopped.
And I thought, "Wow. I actually look pretty."
Then I was like, "What the hell?"
Because seriously? I'm being totally serious here. I don't think I can recall a time, ever that I thought to myself that I looked pretty. On my wedding day I looked like a polar bear. On the day I gave birth to my children, I looked like I was dead. On the day I was born? I was all bloody and gross.
I've never, ever, EVER thought I looked pretty. Ever.
I held the picture up to Jason and said, "See this picture?"
He took it. Studied it. And then said, "My face looks weird in it."
I sighed. "NOT YOU! Look at me!"
He looked. Said nothing.
I said, "I think I look pretty in that picture."
He smiled. "You do!"
I said, "Jason. This is the first time I've ever, EVER thought I looked pretty in a picture."
And he replied, "Well. It's about time."
And you know? I think he's right.