Happy Birthday, Girl.
I brought home your eldest brother for your birthday. He brought home a flamingo umbrella for you.
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Tag: Rachel
Gaskins’ Rite of Passage
From home with electric love . . .
Rachel learns just how dangerous and painful working with Daddy can be.
Shoulders protectively hunched, she is still smiling – after taking 120 volts.
Rachel still draws flamingos
From home with love . . .
Daughter
She’s not a little girl any more.
Yet, Rachel will always be my daughter. Even if her foot has been bigger than mine for over a year now. Even if she gets taller than me. Even when her hair begins to gray and her first wrinkles appear.
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Aunt Jane and Maw-Maw Rachel came for our birthday celebration.
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Sidney helped Rachel with her new watch.
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Then Prairie helped her with her watch.
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She requested something “flamingo-y.”
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Sidney got a hug for those socks.
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One of the best gifts . . . a camera discarded on a shelf, its first purpose fulfilled, finds a new purpose in the hands our girl.
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The birthday girl gifted us with clarinet music.
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Lincoln accompanied her on guitar.
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Maw-Maw Rachel loved it when Prairie and Lincoln sang hymns.
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Happy Birthday, my sweet Rachel, my daughter.
“Oh, what a tangled web Daddy did weave . . .”
and his daughter he did deceive
“How fun! To bring order to HIS mess,”
she did believe.
Prairie Sings 