When my Grandmother passed, we were all asked what we would like to remember her by. I begged for this footstool. I asked for it over and over and over again. I really wanted it. Ben thought I was a lunatic. He kept saying, it's just a footstool. Well, not to me. To me, that one footstool was a constant in my life. I never realized how old it was until we found these pictures. Yes, that's me at about 8 months on the stool that now sits in my living room. And that's Brinna, doing the same thing on the same stool. Now he understands why I wanted it so bad.
I also have to add that I never realized how much Brinna looks like me till I saw these pictures side by side. It makes me happy since Adelae definitely favors her Daddy.


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2 comments:
aw, totally cute! I love that you got the footstool!
I totally get the footstool. Glad it resides in your home!
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