A child who is loved...

This morning, as I sit drinking coffee, I decide it

has been a while since I've posted old pictures 

to facebook. I love me some old memories.

I go ahead and begin downloading and call it

FFF- Family/fun Friday

As they are downloading I do one of my favorite things 

to do when looking at old pics.

I study the backgrounds, trying to embark old memories

that have slipped my mind.

The one below, taken in what we called the Utility Room.

It was always a mess, the washer and dryer were never brand new,

there was always clothes on the floor, well everywhere.

My Mommy and Daddy, they weren't big on keeping a 

neat home, more into letting their slew of kids and grandkids

play. So this utility room was one of our favorite places

to hang in. After the backgrounds, I study the people who 

are the subjects of the photos, namely ME!

Note the photograph below, I am in my nightgown.

I spent much of my time in PJ"S shoot, still do.

What really touches my heart though is my hair….

IT was always curly and unruly but someone took

the time to tie a pretty ribbon in my hair.

I don't know if it was Mommy or Daddy,

and older sibling perhaps, no matter who it was,

it's a sure sign of being loved. You see, being born the

last of many, to parents in their 40's and having

nieces and nephews also being born, my hair would

not have been something of importance especially on a day

that was a pajama day.

 This revelation has me looking through a few more

and again, the hair is fixed. Well, as much as you can fix

what was a very unruly head of hair.

Here, I am with my nephew Guy, all ready for my 6th grade 

band concert….

pig tails, My mommy made me pigtails.

 My communiton, the hair is a tad messy but my veil, oh

I was so ver proud!

My second grade hair, oh those curls and yet, someone

took the time to brush and add a barrette.

A girl has to grow up feeling loved when someone always

took the time to fix her hair.

It reminds me of when Bean was a baby and someone

jokingly teased KD about the big bows in Bean's hair.

KD's answer was, 

"The kids with the biggest bows are loved the most"

Much love in the childhood of this Mumsie