Here you are at 18, a beautiful teenager giving Maria a ride. (Click on the pics to see them properly.)
Tonight I grabbed a random photo album looking for pictures of you. Well. Your face was everywhere. You used to live here. These are from your twelfth birthday party:
In this one you’re about your daughter’s age.
Christmas, 1985
This one made me snicker–He Man toys, blanky, magazines ripped up by your baby sister, tv set with a dial we spun to click through channels
This one from now, already a year old, all the squirrels who inhabit your life. I love them.
Thanks for coming to this family and being mine, being ours. We love you beyond all sense.
Happy Birthday, Dan
Love, Mom and Dad