Annie's birthday today!

I woke up with images, past memories of Granny and Dad bringing Maureen, Clare and Mr. B (Cy) to the hospital to visit and meet you. Granny had done her best to dress the girls in their best outfits, but all I could see was their hair, very long and left down, flying all over the place. Every time they bent down to kiss you, you'd squirm, what with their hair all over your face. Cy was less forward; he gave you one quick kiss and then traced his fingers over your face over and over again. Granny assured me, "You know, I made sure their hands were clean before we left the house!" She was too funny.

Maureen and Clare called you Baby Ann. Cy, not quite 18 mos., could only manage "Baby Yann".

And for Dad and me? You were always Annie.

So, Happy Birthday, Baby Ann, Baby Yann, Annie!