My dad is pretty much my hero, embarassing as it is to say.

I was not a very pretty baby. I looked like how JK Rowling described Dudly, like a beachball in a bonnet.

I was pretty enamored, right away because...

he told me jokes!

brushed my hair,

And taught me to build snowmen. Can you see me in that picture? I'm hiding from view.

This is the other guy in my life, my babydoll: Crackers. He has two rules, don't sit on the white couch and don't lay on the pillows.

This one is the most recent and shows some of our similar features, I think.

The end.

I put my pictures mostly in order by time. However, I stuck the picture of me gazing adoringly before another picture where I'm laughing at my dad. This way, I could use the three pictures under that adoring one as the reasons why. My dog picture is the one that digresses, but I made it fit, (circle peg in square hole) through including my dog in the picture with my dad above. Did that technique make it less choppy? I think so. It's weird to think how close I am to my dad, and how much we are alike, and yet, we don't have similar values--it's strange. And yet, he matters a lot to me, as the pictures above showcase.