These were from a long long time ago, but I still remember our trip to Niagara Falls like yesterday. While looking through these pictures all I could do it laugh at how cute they are. So in love :)
Olivia is my precious little sweetheart and she is now 4 years old.
Such a tiny little baby, such a tiny little girl.
But this one has a personality like no other, Olivia will out talk and out smart 50 years olds guaranteed. You cant put anything past her, so you shouldnt even try. Which is just like her mom Julie, THE funniest person I know and my should be sister.
I washed my hands as best I could or ever had before then. I scrubbed under my nails, the beds of my cuticles, the webbing of my fingers-- with my prints on her skin I tried to wash them away from my fingertips to let them belong to someone else, and to let other hands wander like mine and recreate my memories and claim them as their own and have me free from them and leave me well enough alone. My signature is branded onto her porcelain skin, burned pink. Her porcelain skin is draped over almost silk sheets and draped over her is him, heavy and think he heaves his weight, shifting it from his left to right hard hand and calloused fingers still dirty like those of a mechanic's son.