Birthdays are great times to remember. Remembering is sometimes all we have when they are millions of miles away. ( gilt trip intended ) However, they are building their lives and that is all any parent can ask. I remember that when Kristin was born it was quite the ego trip as they handed her to me and she immediately stopped screaming, much to the annoyance of the head nurse. And with Karen, I remember the screams from the nurses as she exited with this giant mop of hair! I remember Karen’s strong grip on my finger which we forshadowing athletic efforts to come.
My youngest daughter drew these two pictures of her sisters ‘personas’. The next picture I don’t quite understand… but then as the only male, this is very normal. ( Karla has since informed me that when Karen was born we told Kristin that we were giving her a ‘gift’ of a sister… always a mixed reaction for the oldest child!)
Happy Birthday Ladies!
love,
Dad
