Happy birthday to the love of my life, a good man with a wry humor to whom I am lucky enough to be married and with whom I am parenting our children. I used to say that if we'd started sooner, I could have had ten children with this man. He is that kind of father, even if I am way too high-strung a mother. Here are some pictures I found in a box recently. They show who he is. They reveal the man we get to love and get exasperated with and be silly with and laugh with every blessed-by-fortune day.
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| New York City, 1992 |
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| Christmas in St. Lucia, 1992 |
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| Thanksgiving in New York, 1997 |
And one more picture. This was one of a series taken by our daughter for our anniversary a couple of months ago. We're actually goofing around in most of the pictures, but this one captures something, a moment.
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| August 2010 |
We're going to our daughter's soccer playoff game this afternoon. Celebrations later.
