Day nineteen

I don't have a scanner on me so this is a photo of a photo. A photo I love.

First of all, I want to still be that person: light blonde hair you can barely see, soft skin, cozy pajamas, a life of leisure amongst all my family.

But secondly, and more importantly, look at my face! My sisters could obviously not be attending to me or coddling me more, and it's Christmas morning, and I'm digging through my stocking and I am SO ANNOYED!

I remind myself forcibly of my mother in this picture, and my sisters look so sweet. I will love it so much forever.

So that was me, when I was little - a pretty accurate portrait of those years I'm sure.