For some reason, my daughter is always going to be my little girl. I have a persistent mental image of her sitting next to me on the way home from McDonald’s when she was about 2 years old, snuggled up next to me with her very first french fries and Coke.
Last weekend, I sat her boy (my grandson Aaron) while she went out on the town with her gal pals. I had set up the lights and background to take pics of Aaron and Nick, when she came out, all dressed and made up. Inveterate photographer that I am, there was no way that she was going to get past posing.
Where the heck did that little girl, eyes shining over her french fries, go?