Happy Birthday Michael!
September is a loaded month for us.
Loaded with birthdays, that is!
Eat your heart out, Michael. Forty-one and no more dunks although I have to give you credit for knocking loose a couple of b-balls that got stuck between the rim and the backboard last year. You still got
Go here, if interested, to see my post from two years ago about our son, Michael's birth. It is evident in this post that I was new to blogging and did not have an editing program. Someday when I have the energy I will go back and edit all of those pictures--crop them, straighten them, adjust the lighting, etc. But for now, I will just enjoy their vintage look.