Sunday, July 29, 2012
Here he is, at last.
That's Dad's thumb holding those little feet.
I had a real walk through my life yesterday when Sister rang to ask if I had photos of her with the BOH when he was born. Two hours later I'd been through all of mum's photos and retrieved a load to go to a new generation. Photos included several of his beloved cat and numerous shots of various cars he's owned over the years. I included one photo of my son with his first daughter at almost the same age as this little fella and he has the same besotted look although 20 years separate the two births.
I also found a card sent to his grandmother from my son and I don't remember it at all but I did carefully put it away. He never bought a card without finding one with the right words and these are so lovely, I've told Mum they're going in her eulogy.
It's always a bad idea to go through photos especially before another birthday. The days when I had hair so long I could sit on it. And I was not that big, but enough for my in-laws to drive me crazy with tips on dieting. A compulsive eater should always ask, "Who are you eating at?" and it was always them. I would eat like a bird when I visited and drive through Macca's on the way home.
And there's been a sighting of my ex and the blonde. He's balding, she's just fat, and they're both still obnoxious. How Lovely!