One of the best things about having girls is getting to do things like this with them. I will pull up this post in the future when all of our periods sync up.
Hugs smelling of sunscreen, tear-free shampoo, and strawberry-flavored fruit snacks.
There’s a similar picture of me at this exact age, at a park, blowing out candles, about to gobble down poison.
If only she had written this before Marlo was born. So many of these fit her personality. In particular: Bonk.
If only I had given birth to a kid who had more chutzpah.
Even five years later when I look at these photos I think, whoa. I gave birth to my father.
From Salt Lake to Dallas, Dallas to Hong Kong, Hong Kong to Southeast Asia, Southeast Asia to your screen.
My car stereo is mine no more. Until one of them starts to like modern country music and then I lie and say that music has been outlawed.
Perfect light and setting interrupted only by the name of a dog being belted out by Her Majesty.
Would you look at that face. Not even you could deny her every wish.