My parents and me. I’m somewhere in the 1½-2½ year-old range.
Photos like this one feel like they’re from some alternate reality. I clearly recognize my folks, but I don’t ever remember them looking this way. They’re not the same people I know. In the photo, my father is also perhaps two years older than I am now, which also is weird for me to imagine.
We think we know everything, but there’s far more to who our parents are than we’ll ever realize.