The Birthday Boy

None of Brishen's younger pictures are digital, so this is the only baby one I have on the computer. Brishen was a couple months old and is sitting on his Grandma's lap. It is so sad how quickly all the years have gone. It's hard to imagine back to those days when he really was my whole life. I held him all day long--he was happy as long as he was held. Jon would go of to DC to school, and Brishen and I would read and play and take walks. We had no family nearby. There were no play groups or mommy and me type activities on the islands where we lived. It was just Brishen and I. It all seems so blissfully simple looking back on it. I wonder if it seemed that way at the time.

Here he is, ten years after that rainy day in Easton, Maryland when the doctor first told me, "It's a boy." I really don't feel old enough to be thinking about how quickly time goes by.