Someday, a teenage Joy will probably heave a big sigh and say, "Oh Mom, why did you post those photos?"
The fuzzy, pink, terrycloth Force will be with you . . . always.
I told Joy if we run across a film crew recruiting extras, she should offer to play a short guy with a receding hairline. She didn't get it.
Somehow, I expected the Easter bunny to be taller.
OK, Joy. Here's a normal picture just for you. You sure have a cute smile.
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