Happy

Did I mention it was all birthdays, all the time, around here?



It's good to take time to be happy.



To wear our fanciest fancies or our comfiest jeans -- or both.


To picnic on the floor.

To pass the baby around.

And around.

Until he's ready for daddy time.

It's good for cousins watch the game.
(And for those on wine glass patrol -- that definitely didn't belong to the girls!).

It's good to make some wishes, blow out some candles.

And it's good to have enough children to help when the wind
requirement is more than aging lungs can manage.