On Father's Day I posted this picture on my Facebook.
It's baby me with my dad, his dad, and his dad's dad.
4 generations. I love that picture.
The furniture, that painting, that lamp... they were all around our family forever.
It all looks so familiar and comforting.
And that little baby me! I would like to kiss her head and tell her to never worry because it's all going to turn out Just Fine.
Later I realized I have another picture of me, many years later, wearing that same sweatshirt my dad has on in the first picture. It's much older and very worn, but I found it in the back of the laundry room when I was a teenager and wore it until it wore out.
I am so grateful for old photos. Especially the one's I have scanned and stored on my computer. They remind me of so much. I wish they weren't so scarce. If only we had digital photography back in the olden days.