My sister and I went through stages. We hated each other; we loved each other. Some days it flip flopped. For a while, we fought like cats and dogs. Then there was the time when we were polar opposites. I was at college, she was anti-establishment, anti-college. I wanted a job and a solid career. She only wanted to be a mom and a wife. We agreed on little besides Harrison Ford and Oreos (they’re a perfect combination with some dunking milk, fyi)
Today my dad sent me some family photos, and it took me back to the old days. The days where Jess & I tried to run away to the orphanage down the street because we thought our parents were so mean. Or the time that I sassed Mom and was grounded for 3 months.
Or the many Saturdays spent at the San Diego Zoo, or the Wild Animal Park, or Balboa Park. I’ll never forget those Saturday mornings. We lived on base in San Diego in a gorgeous home on Sierra Vista Drive (I think). Dad would get Jess & I dressed, and then he’d do our hair. It was always in ponytails or pigtails, but they were the sleekest in town without gel or mousse. Sometimes they hurt as he pulled to get it tight, but we always looked good.
Here are a few pics from that era. So fun. I hope my Ava has a few brothers or sisters to create her own childhood memories with. If all else fails, she has two loving cousins who can’t wait to tear it up with L’il Ava.
Argh– I guess Dan will have to fix the photos tomorrow. I don’t know what’s going on here. . .
UPDATED: Dan fixed the photos. Here they are.
Here is Ava recently.