This pains me whenever I think about it. Three years ago, when McKay and I moved from Provo to Orem, I didn't have enough room in our apartment to store all of my: baby pictures, journals, the baby blessing quilt my Grandma Craig gave me, and everything that meant the world to me. To make room I put all of these belongings in a box and stored it in my in-laws garage. When we moved into our house a year ago, I was really excited to open up this box and to go through it and organize it. Sniff, sniff, sniff, I was never able to find this box. I've searched through every box in our house, went through every nook and cranny in my in-laws garage, and even looked at my parents house. The box is nowhere to be found. So now, I don't have any pictures of me growing up. Every night when I go to bed, I say a prayer that I'll be able to find this box. I have faith I'll find it one day, but dammit, I want to find that box!
Whenever I come across a picture of me, I've gotten in the habit of scanning it, so I can start a library of me. I came across this picture and thought it was so cute and funny. My sisters and I in matching Easter dresses. I posted this on Facebook and we had a lot of people respond back. Some of the responses were, "You need to re-create this!" Melanie was in town and McKay and I were over at my parents on Sunday for Superbowl, we thought, "let's do this!"
I know were not in matching dresses but you can get the gist of it. I have two very beautiful sisters. I love their red hair, I was always envious of them because growing up people would come up to them and say, "what beautiful red headed children you have," and never say anything to me :( I got over it. I look pregnant in this picture. Oh well, five more glorious months of great pictures.