As she haned me the packet of photos , my mind raced. 'What day were the photos', 'What did she have on' 'was photo day a day when Daddy did her hair?" But more importantly "Why didn't I know about this"? Mind you, I have a history of tramatic, down right depolorable school photos. From the ill combed hair in kindergarted to the "Monkey" teeth of first grade (Praise the lord for braces).
As Khaysia and I sat in the car. I took a deep breath and opened the envelope, praying not to pass on this family trait. And the photos inside tickled my heart.
(Wait until you see the christmas photos!!!)


1 comment:
SOOO Cute!
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