and here we are

First we were driven inside by thunderstorms and Sidney and Payton shook in their skins. They hid between Kirsten and my dad on the couch.

Then there was a boatload of Chinese food for a group of twenty-three. John handed me the box and I struggled to carry it to the table, it was so heavy. Wow, that was delicious.

Later we've got the opening of gifts, rowdy, wild time.


This picture below is dark, but it's the look on a guy's face when he receives an actual drill from his sister and her husband. Joe's funny, talking about all the random things Tim can drill holes in, like the fireplace mantel and the maple floors, but I'm not too worried.

We'll talk about responsibility and appropriate projects. It'll be fine. He's adventurous, but not reckless.


Here we have the cake, frosting starting to slide on a summer night.



This is Lydia, aka Kari and me about 10pm, 9 years ago. Tim is in the lower left hand corner, in my mom's lap, a couple hours old.

Here he is a little before that, newly dressed. See the poodle blanky Lydia is sucking her thumb with? That's her blanky. Tim was born in the bathtub and her blanky was the closet thing Jay could find to wrap over him. The pink blanket is the Barbie sleeping bag he grabbed from the girls' bed in his hurry.

Tim couldn't care less about a poodle blanky or a Barbie sleeping bag, and I thought it was funny.


Here they are a bit ago, new pillow pets, new DS game, lookin' reeeal sleepy.


But now it's quiet down the hall. Happy Birthday Timothy. The day you were born is one of my favorite days in my whole entire life. I could not love you more. love, Mom