So it's official. Right. Now.

One day old. It's listed as my very first picture. It was snapped on August 4th.

Here I am with my godfather. He's been a friend of the family for a very long time. Daddy and he went to school together. He's also the one who did the readings at my first wedding and took care of everything concerning Mimi's (daddy's mom in Fl who passed in 2007) internment. His sister is my godmother.

Mimi and me. I was very much a gramma's girl. I've been told I came at the right time because not to long before hand grandpa had passed on and Mimi was really really sad. I became the brightspot in her life. Mommy and daddy were living with her for a bit after I was born. You see that little birthmark on my forehead? It's long since faded but whenever I'm really ill or upset and crying, it shows back up right nice and bright just like that.

As you can see, I was her pride and joy. I don't think there's a picture of her and me where she's frowning. Always that big beautiful smile on her face. I had this thing for books at even that early age.

As you can see, I've always been a bit shy.

I've also been very fond of food and laughter. I still bust out in a huge laugh just like that when I find something hysterical. You can just see the one dimple on my left cheek (to your right). Those huge carverns just pop right out when I smile big.

Daddy and me. No denying the parentage there. I still look alot like him. Then again, I'm the first kid so it's to be expected.

Mommy and me. She's only 19 in this picture, only 4 months short of her 20th birthday. She's still a very beautiful lady.

Yep...Mimi smilin again. Is it any wonder that my nickname was (and mom still calls me this)starshine?

I always had a sense of fashion too, although I don't always follow it.

I'm about 11 months old in this picture. They'd use that ladder to keep me somewhat corralled in. As you can see, I could have crawled out anytime. So either I was a stickler for rules (Mom said no, it meant no) OR I was always just quite satisfied to stick close to Mimi or my parents so I never really attempted to escape.

Hard to believe that I just hit 40....

Photos courtesy of gramma's S.O.G with P.I.P book that she gave to me the day after my wedding. It's falling apart in that well-loved, often used manner that old photo books get.

Date and time on this post is the official time I turned 40 today.