Birthdays, that is . . .
With my birthday on March 29 and Matt's on March 30, we have blown out a lot of candles together over these last few years.
Pop always got Gran and I corsages for Easter and Mother's Day. Such a sweet, thoughtful man, that Pop of yours.
Mommy blinked and you were Two!
Now you're helping Mommy blow out the candles on her 30th birthday cake.
You were celebrating turning 4 the next day with a cowboy party of your very own. Yep, this was the year you were Matt Dillion and your baby sister (who was arriving in 3 months) was going to be named "Festus." Notice we celebrated at Easter again.
Skipping a few years and a few cakes, now you're a senior in high school.
Aunt Lynn cooked dinner for us in 1997 and baked the most delicious pound cake.
Usually the pictures with no heads are always blamed on Mimi, but couldn't have been me this time since I'm in the picture. Sorry about that; but I LOVE our hands!! Ummmm, wonder why you weren't blowing?
And here we are this year, 38 years later, celebrating a week early.
How could time pass so quickly? How could we have gone from this . . .
to this . . .
So, here's to growing old!!
(sorry but I couldn't resist and I for sure didn't want you
to ever forget about "the" haircut)
Happy 38th Birthday, MT!!
We love you to the moon and back!