Monday, September 05, 2011
Best Labor Day
I don't remember when Kristen was born, she just emerges in my childhood memories at some point. In fact, few are my memories without her presence. But Emily? I do remember being called into the kitchen to take this picture before Mom went to the hospital to have her. It was a Saturday night, the next morning we went to church with Great Grandma Condie and afterwards went to the hospital to meet Emily. She had brown hair. When Emily came home I was given a Beauty and the Beast storybook/cassette combination from the hospital gift shop. That's how it all began. Next thing I remember she's walking around and stuff. She was there when I put my knee through the French door.
Sorry, everyone, for breaking the French door like that.
But enough about me. Happy Birthday, Emily. I wanted to send you a card but they're packed up. I hope you're having a good day. Are you coming to New York again soon? You do a good job of keeping Mom and Dad from getting lost.