Throwback Thursday: Matching Dresses with the Captain

I’m probably four years old here, if I’m going off the haircut and overall impression of innocence. Where were we living, Mom? Mississippi? Virginia? It’s all a blur, because at this age I had no idea about the world outside my own imagination. I dressed up my pets and climbed magnolia trees.

I dug up this photo in honor of my father’s birthday week. Cheers to you, Dad. I’m sure you don’t miss that uniform.

Dad and us in the 80s

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