I Have Been Taking All the Wrong Pictures of My Daughter

I’m taking the wrong pictures.

My daughter is a 16-year old sophomore. She’s almost to the halfway point of her high school existence, and I’ve secretly started to compile years of photos to show at the graduation party we have yet to plan.

So far, these are the photos I’ve put aside (or they might be one of the 4,000 images languishing inside my phone). There’s the first-day-off-the-bus-from-kindergarten picture. First smile-after-the-tooth- fairy-came photo. Hundreds and hundreds of photos...