I was flipping through some really old photographs the other day, and came across this picture of mine. The picture is undated, but from the furniture I can make out that it was definitely taken before my sixth birthday.
I've always loved this photograph for a variety of reasons. As a photographer, I love the composition. As someone who never remembers a time when her favourite passtime was anything but burying her nose in a book, the subject appeals to me. And as a person, I love that I look so pretty in the picture.
This is the first time I looked at the picture in years, and I now have an additional reason for this to feature in my list of all time favourite photographs- in the picture, I am the splitting image of my older son (or should I say he is the splitting image of me at that age?).
All his life, everyone has insisted that my older one resembles his father- I was the only one who ever thought he looked a little like me. This photograph is proof that he is as much my son as he is his father's!