Check out this photo of me and my sisters. Check out the hairdo. We had this “professional” photo taken as a gift for my father. I remember so much about this photo…curling my hair the night before…the long drive on the highway to the photographers studio….the white headband that pinched behind my ears….the red dress that was too short…the half smile on my face…everyone telling me not to smile……what? don’t smile, don’t say “cheese”?
This photo sat on my father’s desk until he passed away.