so, thirty four years ago today, our youngest daughter was born…

we made it to the hospital around nine in the morning and she was born just before noon…

George had just arrived at work when I called to tell him to come home… my parents were already on the way over…

George picked me up and we were headed to the hospital when he asked if we had time to stop for cigarettes…

by that time the contractions were between two and five minutes apart so I was feeling we really needed to get to the hospital…

we got there and it wasn’t too long until she was born…

the next day my tubes were tied and her sister came to see her… she wasn’t quite two and I remember she arrived in a cute dress and her black patent shoes… she was happy to meet her sister, but I was rather nervous of those shoes considering I had just had surgery…

we came home the following day… to this house that I still live in…

have enjoyed telling this story for many years, although it wasn’t so funny at the time, lol…

here she is on Sunday when we celebrated her birthday with barbecued steak and lobster and banana cream pie, which turned out to be frozen…

through the window you can see the snow storm…

it always amazes me how quickly the time flies by… one minute they are minutes old and the next they are in their thirties with a family of their own…