The year of Morgan

Today was the lovely Morgan's birthday party, and as you can see, only a few people managed to make it out for the festivities ...


I am still in awe of my neice. And of my brother and sister-in-law. I mean, really ... look at what they made!


I've known my brother all his life. There was a time, long ago, when I could beat him up. Then he got big, started playing rugby and joined the army, and that little idyll was a thing of the past. Still, he was just a little (big) tow-haired punk. What business does he have fathering such a perfect child as this?


Mysteries never cease.



Happy birthday, little girl.