Rob’s birthday falls on a very rainy and windy day. We decide to eat cake and ice cream and have a meal out when the sun comes back out in a day or so.
The cake, with cream cheese frosting, is a favorite. With double vanilla ice cream, it is swoon-inducing.
Here is Rob. I am so amazed at how good photos from phones are. Even I can take great pictures.
I talk about how he was born only 4 hours after we reached the hospital. How, after a long ride home holding him, I handed him over to Bob and went to bed and cried in fatigue. No parent had come to help us; we did it all by ourselves. When he had colic, I would put him on Bob’s hairy belly and he would quiet down. I wrote a lot of humor during those first years. Never dreamt I would become primarily a spiritual writer rather than a comic one. But Rob got the gene and has sold to David Letterman. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
I celebrate our new way of relating to each other (most of the time it works) It calls for honesty and respect. Who’d a thought it?