Quite a Friday

[WestMichBlue]

Wow, you guys are bringing back beautiful memories.

I was there when she was born; held that most beautiful thing in the world; a perfect face surrounded by a mop of curly black hair.

Learning to crawl; learning to walk, must have taken a gazillion pictures. Walks in the woods, sliding in the winter, T-Ball, camping, museums, teaching her to pitch, teaching her to drive; hour after hour on the ball field. Watched her come in to high school and make the team; watched her walk down the aisle four years later. And this summer was there again, holding with pride the first great-grandson (with no hair!).

WMB