Double Digits

Remember this kid?

Of course you do.

Well, now she's this kid:

The double-digit kid.

And she still invites us to her parties.

She threw her annual party on a summery summer day in late September and all the rest of us could do was throw high-fives at eachother . . .

High Five . . . ?

Anybody . . . ?

There you go, Tommy . . .

. . . and there you go Dawnie!

Poor Rachel was home puking so I stood in as Auntie Extraordinaire which is my goal in life anyway so it worked out beautifully . ..

. . . well, except maybe not for Rachel.

But look at this kid . . . 

Can you stand it?

The kid loves the water . . . 

. . . and loves to roam . . .

. . . and we do look good together . . .

. . . and I did kind of save his life . . .

(don't worry, Rachel. He was fine. Really. Totally. Nothing to worry about.)

It was a wonderful, perfect day and we were so happy to be a part of it all.

Oh wait. I forgot to tell you. Other people were there, too . . .

. . . like Little Ms. Millie.

photo cred: Dave A.

And Eva and Ledgie.

photo cred: dunno

And loads of other fun-loving friends and family.

But honestly? Other people have their own photos. We pretend auntie extraordinaires only have eyes for our pretend nephews . . .

. . . and our illustrious hosts and birthday girls.

Thanks, you guys.  You're the best and we love you like crazy.

Happy Double Digits, Ms. G.

Now get out there and show 'em how it's done.