Jonesy, I was absolutely, positively, utterly convinced all weekend that he was just. not. in. the. photo. I went through those faces one by one for more than an hour, and could. not. find. him. at. all. Okay, I was on drugs from the surgery, but my BFF couldn't recognize him, either. And not only couldn't we recognize him, but we were certain we RULED OUT every guy in the photo as a possibility! LOL I even emailed the photographer and got the best response ever, including this: "You're not the first worried mom. Nor will you be the last. It happens all the time. ... If there was something really wrong you would know. Hope you'll be here for graduation."
Still, it was only after I'd worried for 5 days and finally got a letter written post-photo-shoot that I went back and had my hubby help me find him. So now hubby (a) is my Number One Hero for finding him, and (b) thinks I'm the biggest dork in the world for NOT finding him!
I'm blaming the drugs! :p