My friend, and former co-worker Marcia, sent it to me and said that it's her daughter, Lily.
But she is lying. That is NOT Lily.
This is Lily:
No way is she big enough to walk. I remember (just yesterday, I swear) picking her up and rocking her to sleep at work when Marcia would bring her in. I remember her baby toys, and little booties, and seemingly endless bottles making our dreary workplace a place of wonder and excitement - at least for me, a woman whose husband thought he did me a favor by producing three sons. Now understand that I love my boys - I do - but I NEEDED a girl too. Ah well, as my dad used to say "and people in Hell want ice water."
Well, all I can say is that Lily is a doll! But then again, so is her mom.
Bye for now.