Though my computer is filled to capacity with photos, I'm not so fabulous at keeping personal snapshots around my home, save the old ones stashed away in a box. My wall hangings are mirrors, chalkboards, clocks. This likely means something deep and psychological...but I contribute it to my inability to figure out how to print photos, find the perfect frames and choose spots for them in my home.
This is the only, only photo hanging in my home. Before typing that, I took a quick spin around my place to ensure the truth in that statement...it's true! The only one. My big sister holding a one-week-old me. I see it daily, and it never fails to make me smile. Mostly because my sister used to tell me I was adopted...this is the closest thing I have to proving her wrong. But also because we're pretty cute. :)
Happy 26th birthday, sis. I love you!