My main man had a birthday today. One of those special ones. He's entering the golden years. You know, when you get reduced admission prices to events and get to ride the ferries for free mid-week. We had a wonderful family birthday dinner out tonight.
Teaching David that when your dad is holding you, it IS okay to stand on the top 'this is not a step' step of the step ladder.
And teaching Meredith the finer points of adjusting your stirrups.
And back to the Fifties.
When we were doing some sorting out a while ago, we came across this poem that Larry's aunt Phyllis had written for his first birthday.
And you know, for a while there, Larry DID have long blonde curly hair, for his mother to play with. I've seen the photo evidence...somewhere....
Here's to many golden years to come.