I Have an Album on My Phone Called "Baby Pics"

On my most important collection (granted, I do not collect anything else).

The blogger, pictured here with her favorite pillow and also her favorite scrunchie.

Maybe it started as a birthday thing. There was a time, in college and still sometimes today, that you proved how much you love someone by how many photos of them you could share. It’s Rachel’s birthday so here’s us breaking into Peyton’s dorm, here’s her hungover at Maria’s Taqueria, here’s that time where we threw her a birthday party but ended up (lovingly but drunkenly) flushing her headshot down the toilet. It showed another dimension, a different depth, to throw a baby picture into the middle of that slideshow of images; it wasn’t about how long we’ve known each other, but how much. Here’s Rachel as a toddler. Isn’t she cute, but also, isn’t her platinum bowl cut hilarious?

I have an album on my phone called “baby pics.” There are 150 in all, most of them ranging from actual baby-hood to middle school. About half are my own, bows bigger than my (already very big) head, with expressions where I loo…