H is now 14 years old. Hard to believe. He's almost as tall as I am and I now wear his hand me down, outgrown shoes. That's little sister adding the bunny ears behind us.
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I don't want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don't want to do that.
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Katie, That's quite a cake there. Very impressive. Having eaten your cooking, I'll bet you whipped that up for him yourself :-)
The children are gorgeous and you look healthy and happy. Can't wait to see you in Knoxvegas next month or maybe you will take me up on my offer to visit in NYC sooner rather than later.
Wow, it was my birthday too.!
I remember once when a group of us were over at your apartment in Sequoyah Hills and you were talking about how you guys had been so meticulous in trying to steer Henry clear of all things Barney- and then opened the door to his room and it was all Barney sheets, Barney clothes, Barney posters.... I thought that was the funniest damn thing I'd ever seen (uh....until Claire discovered Barney 4 years later).
I can't believe this is a picture of the same person. Having not seen Henry in a long time, I still have him pictured as just this little bitty guy who's wayy too learned and articulate for his young age.
I know you guys must be very proud.....
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