Yes, the trumpets still live at my parents’ house. My mom has tried to hide them a couple of times, and the girls always find them.
If you’re ever invited to my parents’ house, bring your own earplugs. You’ve been warned.
Yes, the trumpets still live at my parents’ house. My mom has tried to hide them a couple of times, and the girls always find them.
If you’re ever invited to my parents’ house, bring your own earplugs. You’ve been warned.
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Yep. Life is good. (Also, I need to take more pictures of Lucy with my real camera instead of my phone, or she’s going to wonder why I have all of these crystal-clear pictures of her sister, and everything of her is grainy and Instagram-my.)
Today is my dad’s birthday. This picture of him with Lucy makes me smile every time I see it.
And so does this one of him with not-quite-2 year-old Catie.
And as a throwback – this picture of me with my dad makes me smile too. But in this case, it’s more because of his sideburns and maroon leisure slacks. (Thank you, 1976!)
Happy birthday, Dad. Your girls love you very much.