I was born the day before my brother Ryan's first birthday, so we are the same age for one day. Ever since we were little, my dad has insisted on taking a picture of us on my birthday holding signs to say how old we are. I used to resist this little tradition, but now it is fun to look back on all the years and remember which awkward stage I was going through that year. I want to track down all of the pictures of all the years, but this many embarrassing moments will have to do for now.
I loved that sweater with the numbers all over it. It had a wide neck and I would wear a yellow tank top underneath. A little provacative for the times.
18. Wow, that was a bad year. I should have saved that Lucky shirt. It would probably fit my husband now.
And now the elusive 31. I'm not afraid of growing older. It can't be worse than my youth.