Ian Oliver Curry, Happy Birthday

ONCE upon a time, A beautiful girl and a lovestruck boy were married, and had a beautiful baby boy they named Ian Oliver Curry.










And although Ian's Mom and Dad
didn't stay married, they raised him together, and married again, to two other people who loved Ian very much. I'm one of them. I'm Ian's 'step-mom'. But I never feel step. I'm Ian's family. And we all are raising him, with the help of some other people. And those other people have children. And those children are Ian's family.







Now your Dad, Mr. Curry, married his best friend, Maggie May, and her children, who you knew since birth and loved, were your brother and your sister. So of course, at your birthday,
all these people showed up.

' Well? ' They said. ' Isn't there cake?'







'Of course there is cake!
It's Ian's 12th Birthday!'And everyone was happy.
And everyone loves you, Ian!!
xo

Her Name Was Lola

" To see her is to love her / And love her but forever: / For nature made her what she is / And never made anither! "



" In those days, as a little child, I was living in Paradise, and had no need of the arts, that are at best only a shadow of Paradise "

" Happy those early days! When I / Shined in my angel infancy. "

Date Night

It was a dark and stormy Date Night, and all through the house....
Oooo La La we look posh! That's another word for Fancy! ( Fancy Nancy, in anyone's house?)
You're not LEAVING, are you?
Blue Thunder is our truck, date night is our game.
Our suburban destination. French Fries and Meat, here we come!
Why did my wife ever have to start blogging? Why?
Some of us that don't have to drive, might have had a lyyyytle too much too drink. Flirtini's, anyone?

Fin!

PS
No children were harmed in the making of this blog. All three children were in the safe land of Grandma Mary, where they were fed cream and strawberries and watched TV to their little heart's delight.