My decision to leave would wind up biting me in the ass. It wasn't even 15 minutes into the next assembly when I received a text message with a photo of my oldest daughter interacting with the owl. I high tailed it down to the gymnasium, but I had missed the moment. As I was decompressing with a colleague about how disappointed I was, the newspaper photographer stopped to give us his card and he mentioned my daughter's name. The guilt rushed out of my body the minute I saw his amazing candid shots of my girl. He was even kind enough to email them to me within the hour. Thanks to the photographer for saving the day!
How cool is this moment: