To go with yesterday's image, here's a view of an older Sarah originally posted on an obsolete site. It's proof that she did sleep when she was young, if only for five seconds out of the day.
Saturday, February 2, 2019
Friday, February 1, 2019
The End of Civilization
It was twenty-three years ago this month that Sarah descended upon an unsuspecting world. As a doting father, what can I do to embarrass her on this special occasion? I know! I'll dig out a drawing I did of her twenty-two years ago, showing her in all her glory! Please ignore that awful right eye and other fiascos. Although Sarah has changed a great deal over the years, I've yet to see much of me in her, physically or in personality; but I can certainly tell she inherited her mother's cheekiness.
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