I was two years old when mom and dad left me. I don't actually remember when they left, but then they came back. And they brought this:
Yikes. I remember they came in through the garage - where they used to park the car - and my first baby sister, Tiffany, was carried in a blue, white, and yellow blanket crocheted by my grandmother. She wasn't much fun at first, then she was cool. For a while there, she was SO uncool and we fought ALL the time. Then, she became cool again. And now, she's not only my sister, she's my best friend.
Today, that memory is 30 years old. (Yikes again.)
Here's to many years of looking at something slightly away from the camera:
...To our years of terrible dancing (These are participation awards)....
...To the 80's (eek!)...
...And to Birthdays!!
Happy Birthday Tiff! My only sister, until...
history repeated itself!
2 comments:
Thanks Nicki! It's a good thing I wore sweaters with huge numbers all over them when I was little so that I won't forget. Glad you are blogging again!
I LOVE the "where have I been" segments. Good idea!
I am trying to come up with novel ideas like this. Struggling with labels right now. Don't really understand them.
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