New Family

Summer of 1983.

Father, Mother, and new baby.

We make a nice family, don't we? Well, I personally think I look like a minitaure Jabba the Hutt, but my parents look nice. And happy. I think they liked me.

Mom's smiling and Daddy just looks content, like everything's just how he wants it. I don't look too thrilled, but that was probably because I couldn't vocalise my feelings yet. Also, I probably hated the stupid hat.

The poses change, the outfits change (thankfully), the years pass, but the general feeling doesn't. We always look like family, like we fit.

Though, I'm not a hundred percent certain that Daddy had the best child holding tecnique, given that it looks like he's gripping me my shoulders, while I'm sorta sitting on Mom's lap (though to be fair, she does have her arm around me too). Oh, well, it wasn't I like I could complain...