Kris was one year old...and his designer favorites were Osh Kosh overalls...not that he had much input! He loved books...and puzzles...and all things farming...and was the centre of the universe for me...his mother.
Two years later...he had a brother...and soon the two of them were fast friends...and still are! They got into much mischief...those two...many episodes are best forgotten...and others I'm sure I know nothing of.
But here's a picture that I've been itching to share...at the right moment...and I'm thinking a thirty-sixth birthday might be the perfect time.
Kris...decked out in nothing but a birthday suit...led his brother down the garden path (his brother had the decency to wear gum boots).
Mother just happened to look out the kitchen window...to see two boys streaking across the yard and through the cornfield...while all clothes lay discarded in the sandbox. I grabbed my camera and caught them before they disappeared from sight. Too cute!
Time had changed many things...
...and that's not all bad. (I'm laughing too!) But some things will never change.
Kris, you will always be my firstborn son...and have a special place in my heart.
It was fun celebrating with you last night...and I wish you many blessings in the year to come.