This is a picture of me and my sister. I’m on the left. I am VERY happy. Maybe you can tell from the picture, or maybe it just looks like a garden-variety happy kid picture. Not garden-variety at all. Finger puppets, people.
I’m not so sure about my sister. She doesn’t seem unhappy to me, but she’s not beaming with happiness the way I am. She wasn’t, and I think still isn’t, as silly as I am. I don’t think she would be offended by that comparison.
This picture was among my grandmother’s things when we sorted through her stuff after she died over ten years ago. I wonder what she saw when she looked at this picture. I see a very happy, and a very silly, girl.