Six years ago when I was a newbie at my current employer, a co-worker showed me photos of his two children. They were doe eyed little angels with olive skin and dark brown hair and marvelous to behold. I told him, and it was the truth, that they were two of the most adorable children I had ever seen. They were.
In the mean time, he moved on to another area and we really haven't had much of an opportunity to connect. So, the other day I happened to wander by his office and thought I would stop in. He wasn't there, but front and center on his desk was a big photo of his two children- now around 10 and 12 years old. Each had a nearly complete uni-brow, teeth bigger than their face and a serious case of awkward preteen-ness that rivaled the ugly duckling phase I went through as a kid. And, horrible me, all I could think was "Oh my god, I am so glad he's not here." Considering how beautiful he and his wife both are, I am certain that given 5 or 6 more years these two will be the radiant head cheerleader and strapping captain of every sport in school. Until then, I will pretend I never saw this picture until he shows it to me himself and I can say, truthfully, "Oh they've grown so much" without being specific about what it is they've grown.