First impressions don't mean a thing

I was 18 and new to the workplace, intimidated by all the older kids and their close friendships and the loud happy fun they had together. I felt like a fish out of water, entering a workplace for the first time in my life where I really did not know a soul. I floundered, feeling like I didn't know what I was doing. Scared of all the others who knew what they were doing, worried that they would be mean to me and sad that I wasn't making friends.

That experience more than anything taught me to never trust my first impression, to not make snap judgements and to always assume there's more than meets the eye.

I met some of my most favorite people in that work place. We've talked and laughed about how dead wrong my first impression was. Last weekend I spent the afternoon with one of those 'older' kids, who turns out to be my age (ya I'm a bad judge of ages, like terrible). One of those scary people who turned out to be one of the kindest woman I have ever met. A woman I really love spending time with and am happy to call my friend. She is a beautiful person and I love talking about life with her. That baby is one lucky soul to have her for a mom and I was so excited to capture this moment before the world changes.

Oh, and if you're wondering, it's a boy. They're always boys. I don't know if there's just an incredible amount of boys being born this year, but they're always boys.