Ghosts of Christmas Past

A Christmas Princess Does Not Fall Far From The Tree

 

I felt like looking at some old pictures. 

How cute is Tru Stories?

 She had a pacie.

Just kicking back and relaxing with her Great Grandpa.



 When I look at this pathetic face, I see The Kid.

 Look at the long, beautiful hair.

I want this on my grand daughters heads.

 This was one of her favorite dresses.

I would put it up in the boxes of clothes that did not fit.

She would talk her Dad into getting it down again.

I see Tink in this face.

 This is Coco.

Also, looks like me when I was a baby.

This was obviously my plant stage.

Note the TV.  It was black & white.

Tru Stories loved to wear hats.

 

 

Yes, we bought the Olan Mills package.

One of the things that defined my generation.



Sigh.........time went too fast.  I miss my little girl.  Hubby worked nights.  Her and I spent evenings alone.  Special times.  We would lay in bed together.  I would read a book.  TS would look at her books.  We would fall asleep together.  When Hubby got home he would put TS in her own bed.  Sigh........seems like yesterday.  Now I have a little puppy baby.  (Say it in your puppy voice.)