Birthday boy

Today is Mysweet H's birthday. So I have decided to celebrate him... because he is rather special, and I have never met anyone like him.

Here he is at a friends wedding day, nearly nineteen years ago, full of life and optimism about what life would bring.

He is a very enthusiastic collector. Some of the things he collects have found more favour with me than others... I much prefer the old microphones to the old tractors (which was a mercifully short phase...)

He throws himself with gusto into cooking, gardening, building...wood...and wood stoves (oh well)... and talking! He loves to tell stories about his rock and roll touring days and he is still capable of surprising me with one I havent heard yet.

He is a super Dad, and somehow I knew he would be when I met him.

And I think that nineteen years later he still looks rather good!

His outgoing gregariousness is the perfect antidote for my moody introspection.
He copes heroically with my manic depression and knows his way around a wine cellar. Perhaps these two are related phenomena...


Happy Birthday dear...

Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen

Today is Darling d's birthday.

I have here a collection of photographs which accurately predict that she will be talented in fashion, music, cookery, mathematics and parties, before anyone could possibly have known.

Here for example she is enjoying her mother's fashionable choice of matching cap and dress to the point that she is worried her headgear will fall off.




Here she is, only just able to walk, yet adopting a model's pose looking back at the camera and tambourine, thereby indicating the musical talent which will develop...




This is really included because she looks too sweet and tiny to be going to school, but we will say it is there to demonstrate her mathematical prowess and skill in remembering the number 39.

This next photograph was taken in my Best Friend in all The World/their Fairy Godmother's kitchen. D is learning to cook, probably chocolate cake judging by her liking for it now. Significantly, a champagne glass is also to be seen, in the background. BFIATW is a party girl and was probably demonstrating the art of partying and cooking at the same time. Personally, I find it a useful skill.

Here she is, dangerously near being grown up, and practising a siren pose on Daddy.

And here, from her blog, is what she gets up to now (when I am not around).

Happy birthday my love...