Every once in a while, I catch a glimpse of me when I look at the girls. I wish I had the close up picture of me from this age. It's at mom's house, but the expression, the way Michaela's hair flips, it's like looking into a mirror many moons ago. Not to mention that she has my loud lungs.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
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