엄마/Childhood photos

Back in October, my dad sent me an album of pictures from my childhood. I'm lucky to have an avid photographer for a father, which is perhaps where I got my habit of trying to document everything. (Thanks, Dad, for documenting my childhood so well!)

I actually have no idea how old I am in most of these photos since I'm terrible at judging a child's age from his/her physical development.

If my birthmom is indeed visiting my blog, I think she might enjoy some of these photos. After all, they document years of my life that she missed completely.

(Climbing rocks in coastal Maine)




("I f*ckin' love Christmas!" Also, Cousin Rachel looks terrified.)




("This is my tree!")

(Love cake. Always have, always will.)