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A picture of my girls, when they were young and cute.

AnyFucker - love your one. Great picture!

Oh that's a lovely story... Thank you for sharing.
She's gorgeous !

And, throws anonymity into the wind, the beautiful young woman as she is now.

Whoops, missed entirely the bit about the story behind the photo.

Right, I am picking this baby photo.

This was our longed for second, and last, baby, after DS and a miscarriage in between. She was born with a severe cleft lip and partial cleft palate and we had loads of medical appointments, people talking about operations and scars etc from day one.

There was talk of special care, special feeding etc, loads more input and intervention that you would normally need. All a bit overwhelming.

But (preens and beams with long forgotten pride) I didn't let her go to special care (we needed special bonding time more), I breastfed her, I got to dress her in a beautiful wee dress and invited everyone to see the lovely baby she was (and beautiful young woman she now is).

I loved this photo, still do. My perfect daughter, who will be 18 in two weeks time.

CMOTDibbler. Even sadder was the fact that after many years in hospital the drugs improved her enough to ask after her husband.
I have the letter that my grandfather wrote to her explaining that he had divorced her after many years and had re- married. But wishing her all the very best. She went downhill again and never recovered.
Sad times.

Fab idea for a thread - and I love her books so much, I am glad to be on a Dorothy Koomson thread too.

My pair as little 'uns, my fave pic of me and DD and a solo holiday I went on with just my bike for company.

I recently shared this on another thread, but here is a picture of me at Santa's grotto at my dad's work Christmas do, back in the 80s.

I was very excited to see Father Christmas, especially as he was my dad, dressed up. I knew it was him, and he knew I knew it was him, but neither of us let on.

I thought my heart would burst from pride that my dad got to be Father Christmas - surely the most important job at the party? All the other kids were talking about meeting him, and I had the lovely secret that it was my dad.

This is a picture of my father & I taken at a fancy dress party on board ship crossing the Atlantic. Its brings back memories of early childhood when we travelled by ship a fair bit. My Dad's a big man (6' 4") which I think heightens the cuteness factor. He's shrunk a bit now, but is still very special.

Trumpton - your grandmother and mine had the same story almost - mine had PP after my dad was born, in and out of hospital but got pregnant again when he was 13, and was worse after having my aunt. In and out again for the rest of her life.

My mother , born 1922, with her father.
Her mother suffered Postpartum Pyschosis which in those days was treated with admission to an asylum and no drugs. She was in and out of hospital until mum was 11 and then stayed until she died in the 70s.
My mother was raised by her father and this photo hangs on my wall as it makes me happy that he did such a marvellous job as a single parent .
My mother visited her mother whenever she could for the 40 years that she was hospilised for, sometime throwing all 3 of us into the back of the small 650cc engined Gogo mobile and doing the return trip from Bristol to St albans in a day .

The local people of the Okavango delta in Botswana took us out in their makoros for sunset. It was a truly magical experience and one I'll remember for always.

My grandparents wedding ?? looks so beautiful

Forgot the photos I was that keen to show them

My darling little boy aged 1 hour old then 1 day old with his best friend BoBo.

I love him more than I ever imagined and I love any opportunity to show people my 2 favourite photos.

Valski she looks so excited!

My little 2 and a half year old Georgie may never make a ballerina, but hey, who is to stop her trying?! She reminds me of myself at that age and I love that she throws herself into her ballet classes wholeheartedly. I like to look at this photo and see it is as a reminder of that age at which children are totally innocent and naive to prejudices of their peers. When this stage is passed I will always treasure this picture as summing up my girl!

And I may well drag it out to show her first boyfriend and make her cringe! So much to look forward to!!

This is me, my sister and our big brother, this photo means a lot to us as we came so very close to losing our brother a couple of years ago when he was horrifically attacked by his own step brother. Although it was over two years ago, my brother is still affected by it, he isn't as strong as he used to be, both his lungs were badly punctured and he now has the lungs of a man more than twice his age because of the damage they received. His voice is a very hoarse whisper and is showing no sign of coming back any time soon. He spent 4 months in hospital after the attack, for 1 of those he was completely unconscious (he was most miffed that he'd missed New Year!).

Every day our entire family thanks our lucky stars that we still have him with us, as it's nothing short of a miracle (and the fantastic team that treated him!) that he is still alive.

Sally, love your photo! My parents' wedding photo looks just like that!

here is my gorgeous baby girl Natalie, she died recently leaving a gapping hole in my heart and life, so this photo is very precious, reminds me of when I could still hold her in my arms for a cuddle xxx

Me, my mum, my nana, 20 odd years ago. At the stages of our lives, we have looked exactly the same.

Now nana is dead, and mum is ever deeper into dementia and doesn't know who I am. But looking at that photo, the moment of standing in nanas pristine garden, smelling the salt in the air, is back in an instant.

My mum and dad's wedding, both no longer with us, but it captures the era beautifully

My gt gt aunty's wedding, in 1942. She was a twin, but her sister passed away at her birth. Her husband and two of her brothers would die before the end of the war, leaving her with an infant son. She passed away herself in 1976 still quite young, having since remarried.

The wonderful thing however - the church that they are stood outside, most of my ancestors on her fathers side are buried from mid 1800s onwards. Most of my family married there, and when it was holding a weekly mass a great number were baptised too. The church still stands in the middle of the glen, although used very infrequently, and I feel genuinely surrounded by family when I'm there (even if a lot of them are 6 ft under!)

My lovely Dad was a test driver for a tyre company. He was offered a 6 month rotation in the USA and the money was brilliant. Mum had just found out she was carrying me and had they known he would have been forbidden from going, but they needed the money desperately. So, they kept quiet.

Here is Dad, looking like an extra from a cowboy movie, a few days after I was born. He came back when I was a month old. The hat he is wearing in the picture is probably my most treasured possession of his. He died 6 years ago this month and not a day goes by when I don't miss him.

I'm a terrible person, I've had to add 2 photos because I can't decide which one means the most to me!
The first one is Bruce the Beagle, and this photo was taken the day he became ours after a couple of months fostering him. He is only 6 and we're his 3rd family and he started off his life in a laboratory being tested on :( As you can probably tell, it was just before Christmas!
The second one is of my French Lop bunny Mozart, he died 13 years ago, and I don't have many photos of him, but I was going through a really rough time with depression at the time and he really kept me going, he was so affectionate and knew when I needed a cuddle from him (most of the time!!). I knew I couldn't abandon him when he was so bonded with me, and that's the only reason I'm still here now :)

I love this photo, me and my cousins on our Grandads doorstep. Every week without fail all the family would go to his house on a Saturday for lunch and a catch up, he was the heart of our family. He passed away in 2006 and it hasn't been the same since. This photo reminds me of happier times