I find it physically painful how adorable Lydia is in this picture. Like, I'm in agony. It's as if this picture sucked 50 years of my life away and left me mostly dead. I need Miracle Max to make me a chocolate-covered miracle pill.
Doesn't she look like a piece of candy that you could just pop in your mouth? One of those pink mints that they serve at weddings, that's my little Lydia. She is delicious. I should stop, this baby-eating talk is scaring Jane.