I have family albums filled with pictures of this kid’s hand.
Why’s that? Because every time he glimpses a camera, his hand immediately springs across his face like a shamed celebrity dodging the Paparazzi. Any pictures I have of him from 2010 on are blurred shots of his profile in failed attempts to catch him off guard.
This week, as the planets shifted into perfect alignment, I pointed a camera in his direction–and he looked directly into the lens and smiled.
Even after a quarantine void of haircuts, I knew this moment had to be documented. Because if I had to bet on what will come first–Tyler’s next smile for the camera or the next celestial alignment of 2190–my money’s on the planets.
