Half Way

While snapping a few photos of the belly at twenty weeks, A. strolled into the room where I stood in front of her mirror. She looked at me, giggled and said, "What are you doing?" "Taking pictures of the belly," I said. She then asked if she could be in the photo so I asked her to put her hand on my belly. She kept it there only long enough for me to catch this. Then skipping out of the room and chatting to herself, she was gone.