Grossly reposted, me holding F when she was ~8 months and I was 21.
My calendar reminded me that today is F’s birthday. That makes her 7, and her older sister, V, almost 11.
I am now dead. And old. I was babysitting for V when she was 2.
I’m pretty sure they’re supposed to look like this:
I should hang out with them soon. I haven’t seen them since our wedding.