Tomorrow (Sunday) marks the twenty-first year that we have had our sweet Alison with us. Her arrival was a wonderful thing. I remember being in awe that we actually got to take her home! We didn’t have medical insurance in those days, but they let us take her home anyway, and we promised to pay the $50 a month they wanted. (It took a long time to pay off, since we got all ready for a C-section and all. DIdnt end up having the C-section, but that’s a longer story than I have time for now!)
I remember the pride I felt when I first strapped Alison in her car seat in back of our 1968 Datsun sedan, and took her for a drive, just the two of us. (Since I’m going back in time, there was also the night I ran out of gas in that same Datsun, with her in the back. I locked the doors and went into a house that was right there by 99W, and called my dad. Then I went running back out to make sure she was still there. Wow—fatherhood is great!
Happy Birthday, Alison! You have become such a fine young woman, and you make your mother and I very proud.
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