Well, for starters the lighting was terrible. And I did absolutely nothing about putting any kind of effort in to seek out a location with better lighting.
Stefan continually requested more lipstick then screamed bloody murder when I backed up half a foot to attempt a photo. The poor kid is currently cutting all four two-year molars, so I'll grant him a little grace there (*cringe*).
Meanwhile, there was Fraser.
And that's it. That's all I got.
In other news, 12 years ago today, Lowell and I just "hung out" as "friends" and it just happened to be Valentine's Day. Lowell ended up asking me out in the most creative way possible, I said yes, and the rest is history. Best decision ever!
|The earliest photo that I could find from our super mature dating days. Yes, we look 12.|