By far November 22 is the best day every year. My mom called this morning to wish me a happy birthday. Every year since I can remember she would come into my room and wake me up to tell me "the story of my birth". It is one of my favorite memories.
So I got reminiscing today and looking through some old photos...man I am one cute baby, and child. You can see I tried really hard to come to this earth with my dad's amazingly tan skin, and dark features.
But then reality set in and I turned pale and freckly like my mom's family. I love my winged out hair, so Farah Fawcett!
I always loved this red coat, I have so many pictures of me in it. My little sister got to wear it when she was young too, we always fought about who looked cuter. I was just learning to hit on the boys in this picture. Check out my winking skills! Watch out fella's.




