It's 1966, my father is 38 years old with a house full of girls, 5 to be exact. Well, to be exact, it would be 6 counting my mother. We were his hope for two boys. Sorry pops...you hit the jackpot--girls! Numbers 4 and 5 in a line up of 6.
This was my most favorite spot in the house until I got too old to sit in his lap anymore.
Hey, remember that September 23rd we'll be having a cute little Fairy Blog hop...
here's a little preview