The Girls, we are so deliciously that in this photo. On good behavior, all dressed up on an outing we sparkle with a good time. Our parents always referred to us as The Girls, even into our adulthood. Much easier than having to remember names and perhaps the only way they made it through having three children so close in age. We are walking on deck of what is most likely a ferry out of Seattle. I believe, based on my haircut, that we are respectively five, seven, and six. We certainly must have been having some fun, all girls smiling, Linda and Pat holding hands. I am the smiley face on the right, actually the middle child, how did we get out of order! The photo was chosen for coloring because now and again a bit of relief is needed from death, loss, and memorial. I also liked our little girl legs and the energetic spiritedness. My mother liked to pose us, I liked to do as I was told personally, and so was pleased to find myself in a picture with my sisters where I look like a normal kid. We may not of course have all been blessed with red shoes. In a perfect world, these red shoes would be a given and a moment of perfection is a necessary and wonderful thing in any year.
