Happy Birthday, Talis

Seventeen years ago, last night, Spencer drove me from Brookline (it was a very snowy week and Brooklne is so much closer to the Boston Hospitals than Milford, and, did I say, it was *very* snowy) to Brigham & Women's Hospital, where, 4.5 hours after I started labour, my beautiful daughter, Talis, was born at 1:33 am.

Happy Birthday, dear Talis, may you have a year full of adventure, joy, and success in whatever you pursue.

(The current plan is to go to agricultural college, to be a farmer. MIL is not yet aware of this plan. She would not approve, as farming is not a high income job.)