Happy Baby

In case you are wondering why John looks so happy, there are two possibilities:





1. He's looking at his lovely mother as she smiles and says nice things to him.

2. He's knows he's about to eat.

I tend to think it's both. He loves to look at Maureen, but he also loves to eat. He's stopped acting like a little cat to push away the bottle. I suppose he's learned that behavior delayed his meals. Our Johnny's growing up.

(Ed)

Is this the little boy I carried?

Is this the little boy at play?

(Maureen)

I don't remember growing older

When did He?

(Ed)

When did he get to be so handsome?

When did he get to be so strong?

(Maureen)

Wasn't it yesterday

When he was small?

(The denizens of Citrus Avenue)

Sunrise, sunset

Sunrise, sunset

Swiftly flow the days

Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers

Blossoming even as we gaze

Wow, I suddenly feel old. Well, not too old. I'm glad I won't be that ancient geezer of a dad at John's high school graduation where people will be turning around and asking: Who's Methuselah?