Dear Daughter Laura,
Tonight on your birthday eve, I dusted off the counted cross stitch birth sampler and remembered the gift of your arrival in Germany.
A girl!
Maura says you’re not just an amazing aunt, but you’re an amazing mother. I agree.
Happy Birthday to you.
Love,
Ma (and Maura, who is visiting)
Grateful for birthdays. It was a happy but quiet celebration. Glad my sister is here. More family coming in soon. It was a relaxing day.
Steve, Mary and I took a walk around the Highland Park Reservoir after supper. We got drenched when a sudden thunderstorm appeared just after I took these photos of the peaceful water.
Our power has been out a few hours now. Heard a tree is down on Highland Avenue. Wires down. Hope it can be fixed soon.
Yes, it’s the moon AND fireworks at the same time. Columbus Ohio with the family last week for the gigantic fireworks display. We had a nice evening together.
it’s the annual effort to improve my fireworks photography.
And I am celebrating another year with my Fourth of July birthday today.
Happy Birthday to me.
Using good butter to make rolled sugar cookies is the key to successful taste and texture.
Since today was the official birthday, Charlie took rocket and star shaped sugar cookies to the playground for his playgroup friends. Laura sliced up a baby watermelon, too. The hardest part is rolling out the chilled dough to an even thickness.
Here’s the recipe we used
https://www.allrecipes.com/recipe/10402/the-best-rolled-sugar-cookies/
Happy Third Birthday Charlie.
Hey David. Happy Birthday to you. Hope you have a great day. Some pics from the archives remembering my visits to see you out west in Okanogan. Love from your sister.
May 26, 1976.
Here I am, new mom, holding firstborn Mark.
Here’s Mark in 2003 with firstborn Anna.
Remembering my bicentennial baby on his birthday, with love,
Ma
When I look at this image I can hear the singing of “Haaaaa…” of Happy Birthday to You.
Jack, now 11, said I could post this pic.
His sisters put on every candle they could find.
And yes, there are three flavors of ice cream at the ready on the left. Mom, Erika, was videoing for family across the miles and isn’t in this frame.
Flickering candle flames are mesmerizing. It’s hard to avert your eyes.
They cast a flattering light.
The sound of the strike of a wooden match. Tapers on a dinner table. The evening’s about to begin.
Lighting votives in the alcove of a church offers comfort when there’s really nothing else one can do.
Skinny candles on birthday cakes
the smell of wax and smoke after you make your wish, blow them out.
Everyone’s getting those battery operated, remote control, waxy but not real flame candles these days. No carbon marks on paint behind picture frames. No danger of setting the house afire.
I’ve got a set on the mantel right now. Need a load of double AAs. Make them glow again.
The wavering lights of true flames, hypnotize me.
Create shadows on the walls.
Light up a winter night.
H.B.T.Y.
