…the most important day in my life. I became an aunt. That was BIG. And never had I been prouder than the day I was asked to be the baby`s godmother.
A typical sceen in our home in 1980 – dinner at grandma and grandpa. And he loves his mom…
Dressed in my handiwork. 🙂 Now we were fighting about the seating at the table. When I was visiting I was claiming my seat at the table and he did not give up that seat easily.
We did have a lot of “fights” like that in the next 10 years, but it must have been good fights because he did give his daughter my name and once again he made me a very proud aunt. Today he celebrated his 30th birthday, taking his two oldest kids to the lake fishing.
Happy birthday sweetie. We are all so proud of you.