That's the advice I'm giving readers over at Sammiches & Psych Meds:
Unlike the perfectly posed photos from earlier in the day, when our faces were brighter and our clothes color-coordinated, this photo celebrates our day-to-day lives. It celebrates my son and his adorable, power-clashing sartorial choices. It celebrates my husband’s and my hard work to maintain some adult spaces in our toddler-run home. It celebrates my long-practiced patience at hitting the reset button on a disastrous day. Most importantly, it celebrates me.
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