“Smile.”
“No, I’m too…for pictures!”
“TOO Bad. I just took yours -and no you’re not, you’re perfect. Perfect.”

I glanced at her, this post-baby lady -one on her hip, one at her feet, one on the field- with stretchy cotton dress, good-enough ponytail and thought, he’s right.

Time stopped. My smile met his smile. With an admiring heart, I gave him my best thumbs up.