When Elena was little, she used to pat her tummy, as only a two-year-old can and say, "Mommy, I getting BIGGER, BIGGER, BIGGER." And well she was. She was growing older, more mature, more independent and more feisty by the day. Sometimes, a photo, even a crappy one caught on the Blackberry, captures the future. This picture, I feel captures the fat-faced Elena saying bigger, bigger, bigger, but also the grown-up Elena. There is complexity in her eyes. I can glimpse the future, petulant, teenage Elena.