A little over a year ago, when I was watching Trevor a few days a week and Laurel was trying to jail-break her way out of Tina’s womb a month early, I took family pictures that involved bare skin, body paint, and a bed. There are certain things that happen in the Rose family, simply deemed “normal”, that lead me to start this post with an image depicting the Rose Normal; i.e. why I love them so.
