We were on the deck of our oceanfront room at the Some Like It Hot Hotel in Coronado, California, while celebrating our wedding anniversary. Apparently he thought I looked nice enough to photograph.
Last night, however, I found out that my sister thinks it’s a horrible photo.
“Why would you use that photo?” she asked. “It’ not a photo of my pretty sister.” These were her kindest comments.
Maybe they didn’t recognize the me I am when I actually get four days off to spend alone with my husband. Or me with my hair down, a little bit of make-up and nice clothes. Me . . . actually happy?
Perhaps my sisters can’t help but still think of the kid with the face full of freckles and the mouth full of braces they once knew.