Thursday, March 27, 2008

Montrell, Easter finest. (They grow up so fast. Kids we knew before the storm as kids are now straight-up teenagers. Montrell used to live across the street. She was always very sweet with our girls—would come by and visit and play with them. Since the storm, she lives on the West Bank but visit for holidays. This time I hardly recognized her—all teened-out. But she's still very sweet with the girls.)

1 comment:

  1. Beats anyone on the Sartorialist ANY DAY.