So, our three year old is definitely an Adams child. She has joined the ranks of her father and uncles. We spent hours in the ER as kids with all kinds of cuts which required numerous stitches. We knew the hospital staff by their first names, and they knew us. I think we made our mother embarrassed, because she worked at the same hospital we frequented. I’m surprised they didn’t name the hospital after us. But we have fond memories, and great stories to tell.
All of my recent flower photos are of wifey’s Valentine’s Bouquet.