Long before the days of ultrasounds, trying to discover the gender of a baby was left up to the speed of the baby's heartbeat. The doctor had both of our girls figured as boys. Surprise in both cases. These were the days when Daddy had to wait outside in the "waiting room", with everyone else. So Richard James, named after both of our fathers, had really been Erin Elizabeth all along!
I had been 3 weeks overdue, and had tried all sorts of things to get her here. In a nutshell, I was miserable and so big I could hardly walk. Christmas was coming, and I hadn't done any shopping. I had dreams of an eternal pregnancy!
Erin and I in December 1974, visiting Grandma and Grandpa.
(My one and only time to have frosted hair)
Erin and Keith in October 1997,
one of their engagement photos.
She is one of the few people I have met
that looks good either as a blond or a brunette.
2009 on our recent trip to St. Louis.
Erin, myself, and Alyson, last Christmas.
Just a little trip down memory lane
to wish my beautiful and loving daughter a
Happy, Happy Birthday, "Beanie"!