A Face Without Freckles is Like a Night Without Stars.

We got our First Grade school pictures back yesterday, and just look at this face.

I look at this face, and my heart melts. I look at this face, and I can’t help but smile. I’ve had seven years to get used to this face, and still, my heart melts every time. Those freckles…. those missing teeth…. those sweet eyes…. this girl is my angel.

And it doesn’t hurt that she looks JUST LIKE me. And not at all like her daddy.*

*OK, OK, I lied, all right? Painful though it is to admit, she’s her daddy made over. Darn him. I never had a PRAYER of being this stinkin’ cute. 🙂