And on that day, a portrait was captured so that, years down the road, my parents could prove to me that, yes, I was once an actual baby.
I have always looked at this photo and thought, "God, I was an ugly baby."
I have often joked that it looked like I was pressed under a glass plate, to hold me still, while that photo was taken. I have a big, flat face that looks compressed.
I'm not a baby any more. I'm firmly entrenched in middle age. Even though I sometimes continue to act like a kid.
And I still have a big head.