Frogs and dirt, bumps and scrapes, fun and laughter...and so much more.

( Thanks for posting the photo, Linda!) 24 years ago today, Keith Alexander arrived. All 10 pounds, 4 ounces of him. He was such a delight as a baby and a little boy. A new baby for his sisters to "mother". A great playmate for brother Scott. (We still call them "the boys".) They were such good buddies. If Keith was offered a treat (cookie, whatever) from me or anyone else, he'd wait until we'd ask him what was the matter and then he would ask if his brother could have one too. He played hard in all the little boy ways he could think of. Scott was the cautious one, climbing slowly and carefully, etc. Keith just jumped in and took the knocks and bumps and bruises in stride. What happy, full years they were watching him grow. And today, as a young man, he continues to make me happy and so proud. Happy, happy birthday, my precious son.