I'm lousy at remembering birthdays or making a fuss over them.
Chris' birthday came and went last week without me realizing it.
Owen has just received (I think) his gift for last month's birthday.
And I was late with Raeanna the month before.
And Clark's the month before that!
(Chris yours is yet to be mailed)....
I think I'm noticing a pattern.
So let me be right on time to wish Joe a Happy Birthday!!
Since I haven't baked a cake,
I'll make do with the card I gave him this morning
and dredging up this old photo taken on the land before we began building the house.
He isn't here in person to pose for a current photo because he's here:
He's giving tours a day or two a week at Lee Chapel on W&L's campus,
his month he's been scheduled for way more hours than he was planning to give.
Bridge (where we're headed tonight) doesn't make for riveting photography.
Isn't this quote from T.S. Eliot so true?
The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.