You could always guarantee a biannual fit out of Hollister. Christmas and Easter photos were her greatest torture. There were the costumes - and yes, they were costumes - and a lot of yelling...and it gave me a free license to maul her with hugs. Every single photo of the two of us is the same -- Hollister, looking like something from American Gothic, me, looking like an elated, loveable bunny. This (which we estimate is from Easter '85) is obviously no exception.
2 comments:
Porter, you really do look like the happiest bunny there ever was. Both of you were squeal-inducingly adorable (in the coolest way possible).
Porter, so happy to know that you're still doling out those warm, generous HUGS...!!! :-D
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