...turned Sunday best. I find this picture somewhat amusing. Most of the younger pictures of me are mismatched clothing. Hair that is chopped somewhat funny (because I got ahold of some scissors and decided I was a hairdresser). And then of course there are the pictures of me in funny places or covered with dirt.
I was somewhat of a tomboy back then. There was the occasional picture my Mother would take when she had me or my sister all dressed up for Church or some extended family event. In those cases she would have us in our nice Sunday dresses, she would even taken the time to do our hair, making sure everything was in place. This picture is an example of one of those nice looking moments.
Monday, June 12, 2006
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Jenn - why is it that everytime I read one of your entries I smile all the way through it? I think it is because you have a gift of bearing your soul in a genuine way that shows me similar
things...
thoughts...
ideas...
struggles...
confusion...
...in my own life.
Thanks for taking the time to relate to us by relating your story. They are blessings.
-Neight B.
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