My mom made the Tooth Fairy into one of my very favorite childhood experiences. She was brilliant. Every time I lost a tooth and put it under my pillow, I'd wake up to a note from the Tooth Fairy -- written in slightly shaky handwriting on paper shaped like a tooth -- with the requisite dollar reward. Because I knew my mom's handwriting inside and out, she wrote all the notes in her left hand to throw me off the track. THIS. WAS. GENIUS. She made the Tooth Fairy truly special for me, and helped me to believe in something that continued to bring me joy.
The photo above was taken after I'd lost what looks like 3 teeth in a very short amount of time. I believe I'm around 8 years old here. I absolutely loved wriggling those little baby teeth and would actually stand in front of the bathroom mirror for hours doing so. And when they finally came out? Well, I'd smile as big as you see here.
This really is quintessential 1980s Jamie -- slightly messy hair (the kind of undone beachy waves adult Jamie would kill for, honestly), a printed tee with a bow on it, and a huge grin. I don't think there's a more perfect representation of my personality to be found anywhere!
Do you have a quintessential moment from your childhood that was captured in a photo? Tell me about it in the comments!