Easter 1994, with haircuts courtesy of Dad. Every year my grandma would dress us up for an Easter portrait. We hated it, but I’m glad that she did because otherwise I wouldn’t have this gem.

Easter 1994, with haircuts courtesy of Dad. Every year my grandma would dress us up for an Easter portrait. We hated it, but I'm glad that she did because otherwise I wouldn't have this gem. 3

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