That's me, circa 1984. Short hair phase. I'm wearing the wool sweater that my Norwegian grandparents brought home for me after their first (second?) trip to the homeland. I loved that sweater but I had to wear a long sleeved tee or turtleneck under it to avoid the itchies. Which means that this is during the long and brutal South Dakota winter, making such layering comfortable. I have no recollection as to why my hands are tucked under my thigh in that fashion. These were the early days of the budding romance between me and the man I would eventually marry. So I'm smiling. For a time I think this snapshot was up on his cubicle wall at work. Now I'm in possession of it. It's a picture of myself that I actually like. Probably because I feel comfortable being me at the moment. Plus I'm beginning to realize that I'm in love. That should put a smile on anyone's face.
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