On my dad’s side (the white side) I was the oldest grandchild. My brother was second. Janelle, the one pictured between us, was third. I always thought she was holding a feather, but now I’m not so sure.
I loved those popcorn-cranberry garlands we made a few Christmases, even though I pricked my finger on the needle.
This photo is a two-in-one because that’s me on the sheft as a bonus.
Was I good? Oh yes, I was very good.