(FFS we aren’t even all looking in the same direction.)

Khadija, Rehema, and I tried to take a picture together during tea break. Khadija looks fine, I’ve got a case of the crazy eyes going on, and Rehema, well, I don’t even know what she’s doing. I’d count down from three and someone would lean out of the shot to reach for a cookie or we’d all descend into inexplicable giggles and be captured with our eyes squinting shut, our mouths open in laughter. Out of at least ten attempts, this is the best we got (all three of us are in the frame with our eyes open! yay!) before the camera was wrested away from us and everyone else got a turn snapping shots of something – teacups, patients, someone’s henna, a super close-up of the photographer’s nostrils.

It was eleven kinds of ridiculous.

But a good day, all told.

“We laugh and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad, no one can be lost, or dead, or far away: right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment.”

― Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler’s Wife