“You don’t know what you’ve got till you lose it all again.”
I really do hope that the title of this post gets that song stuck in your head.
Where there are cheddar goldfish there is also my first born dog.
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 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.
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.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and violet. The colors of equality.