Last October when my mom and stepdad had their annual family get-together, Mom requested an updated picture of her grandbabies. Since she gave birth to me and all, there was only one acceptable answer to that inquiry.
The fact that it took three months for me to actually show her the first image from that little session speaks nothing to my love and appreciation for my mom.
It does, however, speak everything to the state of my mind.
Our sweet Charlotte had been stung by a bee earlier in the day which resulted in a dose of Benadryl. Which resulted in lots of pictures that looked like this…
(Can you say dazed and confused?)
I really loved these last two little outtakes since they remind me of my sister and myself when we were the girls’ age.
And if this image had indeed been my sister and me, it would have been titled,
”I’ll let go if you let go.”
Anyone else with a hair-pulling sister out there?