My dad is creeping ever so close to the big seven-oh, and we were lucky enough to have him here at our house on his birthday. He is my best home repair free labor man (I made the mistake of telling him the other day what my contractor charges for “miscellaneous fix-ups” and I think he’s a little tempted to start billing me as well) and was screwing in door hinges, even as the guests were arriving for his own party. Here he is with some cutie-pie grandkids (notice Blaine in the corner).
Here are all of the wonderful women who were in attendance.
left to right:
cousin-in-law Carol, whom I hadn’t seen for years
cousin Megan, two weeks younger than me — look closely at her face…if I lost twenty pounds we could be twins
me, on a really good hair day
aunt Peggy, adorable — look at her face too, because that’s exactly what I’m going to look like in 30 years
cute Anne, who had a baby one week before this picture was taken
our wonderful mother, whose infant-care skills contributed to Anne getting enough sleep and looking so cute
I feel so lucky to have had this group in my home. Truly, truly great women.
And happy, happy birthday to my dad.