I love this photo that speaks the promise of a life of joy ahead.
I suspect the photographer was my dad Henry because he was our family historian. See how we are smiling so brightly? Henry captured a moment that forever portrays the love between my mom (Joyce) and me.
Tomorrow I will be 54 years old–a half century since this photo was taken on my 4th birthday. Pop had the foresight to label 1962 on the front of the photo (faint handwriting in his dear, scraggly script).
I study this photo just about every day because I keep it on my dressing table. Whose house was this? What was in the box? Read the rest of this entry