November 30, 2015
At Three. At Four.
I was in a wedding at the young age of three. I truly
remember every single detail, including this photo as
I examined the bride's garter. My favorite memory
of this special day was dancing with my dad, on his feet!
At age four, sporting a new hair cut, cat eye sunglasses
and a little suitcase, which must have meant I was
set to stay at or was leaving my grandparents house for
the weekend.That's their wee house in the background.
Do you remember being the age of three or four?
What do you hope your children will remember?