*This post was originally published on July 28, 2020. Today, my brothers celebrate their 47th birthday.
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Today is my twin brothers’ 45th birthday.
I think it’s safe to say that David and John were the greatest surprise of my parents’ life. Mom went into the hospital to have one baby. She came home with two.
Read More »23 years ago, at 7:58am, Sam and I welcomed our first child.
Today is Greta’s birthday. And I wish I had a better post prepared. But Red Five has distracted me today.
Read More »Today is Angela’s 21st birthday.
Sam and Rocky drove over to take her, Greta, and Michael to dinner. At an Irish pub near campus.
Which seems appropriate.
Read More »Today is Memorial Day. It is also Michael’s 18th birthday. Which he celebrated by jumping out of a plane and sky diving.
So I thought a short post combining two of these three events together would be appropriate. The first two events. I’m pretending the third one didn’t happen.
Read More »Sunday (February 28) was Josephine’s 16th birthday. She doesn’t like me to write about her on this blog.
But she made an exception for her birthday.
Read More »Today is Angela’s 20th birthday.
I couldn’t let the day pass without reflecting on her incredible life.
Read More »When I was in Junior High, our Language Arts class had to write a paragraph about our hero. I remember struggling to choose between Roger Staubach (the greatest Dallas Cowboy of all time) and my older brother, Dennis.
I chose Dennis.
Read More »At 2:38pm today, my daughter Mary Frances turns 11 years old. She is child #6.
Mary Frances wasn’t my heaviest baby at 9 pounds 13 ounces but she was my biggest. That might not make sense but, trust me, she was butterball huge. When my friend Patti saw her in the nursery, she said she felt sorry for the other babies; it looked like most of them needed to be put back.
Read More »This is a picture of my daughter Veronica. Teething.
As a baby she would crawl underneath our kitchen table, latch on to the wrought iron chair legs, and begin gumming the metal. I would drag her out by the legs and move her to the other room. She kept coming back.
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The Refillable Glass 