Here's what I see when I look at this picture:
Foreground: My beautiful, glowing sister Blair, proud as heck to be an aunt to this adorably baby-acne'd little boy, my first son Will.
Background: Me, feeling and looking like I've been hit by a truck, with absolutely no clue that that feeling will not pass for three more months. Until right when it's time to go back to work.
Here's what my son, now age 7, sees:
"Oh, Mommy, is that me with Aunt B?! Can I frame it and have it in my room right on the window where I can look at it every day?"
Lesson: Take the picture. One day even the ones that remind you of the hard times will feel like a triumph.