My oldest daughter is 38 today. Guess I can't be 40 anymore or even 50. This is Becky at about 6 weeks before we moved from Tampa.
At Thanksgiving when she was a year old. Her dad was back for a 2nd tour in Southeast Asia.
About 8 years old.
When my baby became a teenager. My children have always been a source of great joy to me. May you have a very good year, my love.
3 comments:
thank you, my mama. So far, so good.
I remember that little fuzz head baby.
Thirty-eight... How did that happen? It seems like only yesterday we were in junior high playing with plastic ponies.
Post a Comment