Could May be more beautiful? I think not.
August chillin' on Uncle Hank.
Look how long that boy is getting.
On the kid's menu they have a new offering- fried cheese sticks with french fries.
I know. Right?
But it's now Gibson's favorite and he ordered "a hundred cheese sticks." He got about eight and ate about two. I brought the rest home and cut them up for my chickens who shared them with the cats. It's all good.
I wish I had a picture of the cake but I do not. It was good. Trust me. Gibson helped me to decorate it and we lit the candles and sang Happy Birthday and Gibson helped May blow them out and then May got to open her presents. Silly things and sweet things.
And here we are, or at least, some of us. Doesn't Gibson look happy?
May and Michael.
The newly weds. Still newly wed.
And so it was a lovely lunch and then this evening I went to Owen's last T-ball game for the season and while Owen played ball (quite well, I might add), I got to hold Maggie and she fell asleep, holding my hand. Did I tell you that she has a new tooth?
There is no way that thirty-eight years ago when I gave birth to May I could have imagined such a day in the future.
And yet, here we are.
I got my Mother's Day present from Lily and Jessie today.
Two more silver charms of my newest grand babies.
I remember when I was in Cozumel last time and was wearing this necklace with the charms of Owen and Gibson on it and a different Virgin of Guadalupe. We were at Playa Corona where we have been visiting for twenty-eight years and Rogillio, the owner, looked at the necklace and said, "Esta religioso."
"Si," I told him. "Verdad."
"Keep on living, Senora," he told me.
So far, so good, Rogillio.