My Grandma, who just turned 80.
My Mama, who just turned 50.
My daughter, who just turned the world upside down, per usual.

I loved that afternoon. I loved Daddy taking our picture, and I'll treasure it forever.
But not as much as the memories we made during our photo shoot.
Note Exhibit A:

And, Exhibit B:

So, we got one, sort of decent photo, and about 17 not-so decent. But those are the realistic ones of life with a three year old. I love how I kept on smiling, Daddy kept on snapping like your antics were no big deal. You had your Grandma's both in stitches.
Thanks for the memories, lil' dude.
Per usual.
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