"Little Bit" is something that became a nickname for our youngest, and it's stuck. Though I call him Little Brit, being a bit of a lifelong Anglophile. It was a good day, a fun day. Gone are the days when stacks and stacks of presents adorned our living room and, in someways, I'm glad. Back in the day when my sister was well-to-do, and more relatives had more resources, our boys would be overwhelmed, sometimes growing bored with unwrapping birthday presents. I had asked for subdued giving, but I think it was a race by different branches to show just who could give the most. Now, thanks to our nation's recovery, there is far less money available to a growing segment of the nation, and when it comes to fewer presents, that suits me fine. FWIW, I think it did our youngest just fine, too. He seemed to enjoy himself, and appeared to love what he did receive. So happy birthday #4! May you have a blessed and joyful year and years to follow.
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| His oldest hero joins him in examining some of the loot |
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| Almost in high school, looking pensive with an unintended soft glow |
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| Have I mentioned he's usually like this? |
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| There is no way in the universe this picture wouldn't be posted |
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| In approaching the candles, he stalks like a leopard |
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| He was victorious! |
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| A gorgeous sunset ending his big day, courtesy of his brother's photo skills |
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