Friday, June 8, 2007
Go Baby Dee! Skiddle-dee-Baby Dee!
Happy Birthday Autumn Dale! You know, a guy never grows up thinking he'll turn out just like his father, and he usually doesn't. But if he has a good father, although the guy may not openly admit it, he probably is more like his father than he realizes, and is probably quite proud of that resemblance. Our Dad is not huge on formalities, and I've definitely picked up much of that tendency. He is however, big on the love and admiration he has for his family, and for that I couldn't be more grateful. How I've come to appreciate a birthday card specially designed "For Grandmother" 3 weeks late with "Love, Dad" penned on it is any one's guess. But I do. And I've never questioned the love and admiration he has for me or any of his children. So don't wait for some fancy gift or flowery card. But know, little sister, that I love and admire you, and couldn't be more proud of my baby sis (you're the only one I have, you know!). So here's to you on your birthday!
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Thanks, Brade. I appreciate your words, even if they aren't written on a "for you confirmation" card.
Ava has watched the Bair counting video over and over. She loves it. Why did you move to another planet again?
When I look out our front window I see trees, a lawn, and friendly neighbors. I seem to recal staying at your place, Tiff, and looking out the window in the room we were in. And what did I see? An immitation pyramid blasting an enormous spotlight into the sky. And I live on another planet? Strange model of the world, we have there, Tiff. Strange indeed.
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