If you have little people, or like books, or like Christmas, you'll have heard of Wombat Divine. Not for its occasionally inappropriately narrow minded yet successful author (*), but because of the beautiful story of Wombat who, like the rest of us, just wants to fit in.
I won't give the story away, but there is the most endearing picture at the end of this book with Wombat, illuminated by a spotlight, elicits the broadest grin with the words "And Wombat beamed."
Well it's precisely that page that I thought of when I saw this photo today.
This is my friend Gen's little girl, beaming with pride as she dons her new ITR outfit which the postie delivered over the Tasman today. She's beaming with pride. But not as much as me.
(* More on that in a separate post, so as not to tarnish this pretty one).