Maybe too close and too real...

This is my little guy's first official photograph, of who else? Me.

Anyone who knows me, knows that I hate. I mean HATE, LOATHE, DESPISE all pictures of myself. I really hate having my picture taken. (I sometimes even run from the camera.) My eyes are usually closed. I can always find a flaw. I think my head is extra large and round. And, don't get me started on the wrinkles. The sun damage. The realness of it all.

Well, Nicholas got very close to me and said..."Smile Mommy!" I think he captured me looking very everyday, very regular, very real. I, as usual, don't like the picture of myself, but I do like how he captured how I looked at him. I can see past some of the things I hate about my looks and see love in my eyes. That I like.

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I guess imperfections are a part of life, right? It's kind of like how I always want every seam to match and be perfect on my quilt tops. And, I usually have at least one seam that is off a little bit. It's a good reminder for me that life isn't perfect.

I'm lucky, my family loves my imperfect quilts and the imperfect me. How perfectly wonderful.