On November 9, 1965, Kimberly was born at 1:48 PM.
I remember the first night home with her. I had been told to be prepared to wake up every two hours. I nursed her late in the evening, tucked her into her bassinet, and climbed wearily into bed.
I woke with a start at 6:00 the next morning. Had I slept through her crying? Was she still breathing? I covered the few feet between my bed and hers in a flash. I peered into the bassinet. She was sound asleep lying on her back with her two little fists curled by her head.
She was a loving, happy child. In every photo she is smiling. She started saying hi to people when she was 6 months old. Startled, they would say, "That wasn't her, was it?" When she was a toddler, she looked at my hair and said, "Your hair is like the dark."
**Here should be the photos I planned to include but that were left at home. They will be added later.
Happy Birthday, Kimberly. I am so glad that I was able to spend this special day with you.
The other family matter was Lise's admittance to the New Hampshire Bar. It was amazing to sit there and think about her and her family's journey to this day. And they were all there to witness it.
After the ceremony and a bite to eat it was almost everyone into the hotel pool for a celebratory swim.
Then we journeyed to Greenfield to continue the party with more laughter and more good food.
What a joyful day.
The promised photos:
Six Weeks Old
One year old
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