Happy 21st Birthday, Mikey!!!

I miss the little boy that you were,
but I'm proud of the man you've become.
I love you more than words can say.
Wishing you were home to celebrate!

Picture taken September, 1991, in Santa Monica, California
(Mikey is three years old and I'm 29.)

Somebody needs money for prom.

We got a call from Mr. Mike today.
(That's Scott in the background talking to him.)
I went on a fun bike ride with my favorite Young Women girls.
In T-Dog's game tonight, he "went yard!"
And the weather was perfect.
It's been a good day.