her baby tooth bone, that is.
In a solution of hydrogen peroxide. So it is sterilized and squeaky clean.
Because brother Sidney’s birthday is special.
It’s not every day that a boy turns 11 years old.
She appears to have him charmed. I mean, Adam didn’t just hand over his rib bone to Eve. God put him to sleep and took it from him.
But Rachel . . . . . . .Rachel gave of herself freely.
Lincoln gave a soccer ball.
I gave him some mushy mama love
which he obviously appreciates.
And sister Prairie . . . . . . . . .
she made sure that the birthday cheesecake on the floor didn’t go to waste. She’s a practical sort.
Happy Birthday to my Sidney, who turned 11 year old on March 13th. As Grandma Louise has said, “You are a special person.” And she would be right.