Me throughout the years

My first birthday
This picture was taken in the house where I was born, in a small town called Val-d'Or, in Quebec, Canada.  My first words were in French.  I only learned English much later, as a second language in school.

I was fascinated by the candle.  I eventually tried to eat it, but the wax didn't taste as yummy as it looked.

Pig tails and a grin
I didn't change much, did I?  Except for the pig tails.

Don't I look like a little angel?  I was, actually, although my brother and sister would tell you that I was very bossy and sometimes extremely cranky.  Don't listen to them.  A picture is worth a thousand words, right?

Lion heads
The wider, the better, according to the mid-1980s style.  A perm, a little teasing, and a LOT of hairspray will do the trick.

Do I look like my elder sister (right)?  Some people used to ask us if we were twins, although we're six years apart.  We used to fight like cats and dogs as kids, but we became best friends when I joined her in Quebec City to go to college.  Here we are, in a retro cafe, having our favorite dessert: brownie with ice cream and hot fudge.  Mmm!

Be fruitful, multiply...
... and be busy for the rest of your life.  They are my pride, my inspiration, and my reason for living.

There's nothing like a pile of Christmas presents to get everyone to grin on a picture.