Today was another unfortunate day - poor little Peyton Sakura has been to three funerals - all at 4 1/2 months old. While we were listening to the service, which was very good, I found myself thinking about my friend (now a widow), their children and grandchildren, and the grandchildren he will never know (although I'm very sure he will be watching them from above). This service was packed with people, it truly was a testament as to what this family has done for our community, touching so many people in different ways.
As we were getting dressed this morning, I decided that Peyton would wear her special dress that Daddy had chosen for her Embassy appointment - it still fits (it was big when she wore it to the Embassy). I couldn't help but take a few pictures of her this morning before we left (as if I had waited, the linen would have been a total wrinkled up mess...Like I said, Daddy chose this dress).
Peyton looked like an angel, which seemed appropriate.
Do you think she's grown?