Mom sent this photo to me today, writing:
| “ | Mom and me with you and Beth, your cousin. This picture was taken at your father’s apt. before we bought our home. The dog on the floor (can only see its legs) was Morgan. He’s the one who had feathers all over the place when I went into the hospital to have you. So you were born right after this picture was taken. | ” |
I'm not sure about the feathers thing. Grandma's sitting in a sweet chair, though. Obviously it’s my dad’s apartment.