Tuesday, March 11, 2008

The Look















2 comments:

Heather said...

Every day, no matter how hard I fight it, I know that there's a part of me that is like my mother. It freaks me out. This is CLASSIC!

Lee Purdum Lehman said...

I read back a bit in your blog and found this. I so loved your mother. She was my heart song. You could do nothing better than to share some of her genes. I know you know that. She's in my prayers every night, along with our other dearly beloveds. I feel the same spirit touch with you, my Goddaughter. It will always be. Forever and ever.