Heather and I were eating our oatmeal porridge out on the veranda, looking out on the wet grass and trying to keep the 4 dogs from stealing toast off the table. I turned to her and said, "And today is Jesse's birthday!"
Heather, his 9 year old baby sister, burst into tears. I guess we miss him a lot.
"Jesse is an adult!" Heather said.
That must be so but wasn't he just this size, like, yesterday??
(Jesse at 3 months old, behind Steve and Donna's old house in Santa Barbara)
Happy Birthday, Jesse-boy! We all like you lots and lots.
PS I posted on my Conversant Life blog