i am blessed. beyond words.
to honor this day of my birth...and the interruption of my brother's mcdonald's happy meal one sunday afternoon a quarter of a century ago (long, laborious story...pun most DEFINITELY intended), i have decided to embarass the heck out of myself and present...*drumroll*...
laura...through the ages...
i'm working with limited resources down south away from the family albums. but here we go. (feel free to click on the images to make them a little bigger for your viewing pleasure. and don't be afraid to chuckle at LD. i do. i think God does sometimes, too.)
check me out. i am one...loving me some pastels while my brother rocks the vest. get it, james.

ok, so i am still sportin' the pastels at the tender age of two...while the bro has moved to a more conservative pattern...and look! i have hair! it's blond! yeah, didn't see that coming, did you...

yessssssss. i am five. and that furry thing next to me? that's my brother. no. scratch that. that's misty, our new puppy. loved her. miss her.

i am seven. with a bird on my head. say hello to mae. she was sassy...just like me. that's why i liked her...

clearly the most embarassing of 'em all....lawd, have mercy...i am thirteen...which makes jj sixteen...totally appropriate facial expression for both of us: james = bad attitude & la = awkward. golden memories. oh, and that's still misty. still miss her.

here we have homecoming part deux of senior year. i am seventeen. like the magazine. yes, we had to have TWO homecomings because of rampant bomb threats. but nonetheless, here i stand with alyssa. (love you, b!) like my dress? mama made it. boo-yah.

and ya know...this wouldn't be complete without a little present-day loving. this is the most recent decent photo i have of myself. (shout-out to the beautiful hanna sitting beside me!) wooo! so yup. ta-da.

thanks to everyone who made today incredible. love you.
God is good. ALL THE TIME.
2 comments:
oh my gosh! my mom dragged me and my sisters to olen mills every other year too. i should raid my mom's house and find those pictures... don't want them falling into the wrong hands.
+sarah biersack
hey, let me know next time you are in dc
i'm not robert by the way... i think i am still signed in as my boyfriend. i don't know how to change that. sorry.
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