Pretty sure I had just been crying in this picture... it could have been the tights they always made me wear. ;o)
...and, I think this one, too. That, or I was really tired.
Not much has changed. I am still a crier (cryer?). You know what I mean.
You love my dad's pants, don't you? ;o)
Living in His JOY, HOPE, and PEACE...