Faces

I love this picture. Papa so proud of his beautiful baby girl who looks pretty worried about something.
It reminds me how differently we all see the world we're living in. I went for a ride with my sister once when we were in our 30's. We drove back through old neighborhoods past childhood residences and told each other stories we were certain the other remembered.
The only memory we shared was the day we all came home dirty from school and our "wicked step mother" had the four of us down on our hands and knees on the kitchen floor, scrubbing. What a punishment that was. Three of the four of us consider it one of our fondest memories. We had a ball!