When we were in Washington for Christmas, Brian and I were looking through some boxes of pictures of me from my childhood.
We came to this picture of me in the hospital. Brian gasped (!) and then started laughing hysterically. For some reason, he thought my fingers were short and stubby at some point. He was wrong :)
I believe I was always meant to make good use of those fingers. Quitting the piano was the first step to realizing my true calling in life... as a hand-model. Am surprised my mom and dad didn't recognize it sooner. :)