Happy Birthday(s) Dad and L

Happy Birthday Dad. 

Happy Birthday to the man I give credit to for me being the only female engineer in the space business area that didn't cry at work. 

Happy Birthday to the man who I watched Batman with on non-Fall-Saturday mornings, and watched play-by-play high school football games with on Fall-Saturday mornings (and that was with a VCR - play, stop, rewind, repeat).

Happy Birthday to the man whose prospective grandfather names are Sir and Grumps.

Happy Birthday to the man I've enjoyed watching turn into a softie in his old age (I think he carries an 8x10 photo of me, H, and L in front of the Auburn sign with our graduation years in his wallet).

AND

Happy Birthday to L, aka Squirm's Nanny

Happy Birthday to my youngest sister, who is more like me than she'd like to admit.

Happy Birthday to a young woman that keeps surprising me when I realize that she is a young woman, making her own decisions - and not just the little sister who could cry on cue to get me in trouble, who always wanted to sit in the front seat, and who refused to wear a coat in the winter to school.

Happy Birthday to my youngest sister who washed dishes, held Squirms, vacuumed, took R to the emergency room, and most importantly kept me sane this past Spring.  

Happy Birthday to my youngest sister, a person who likes to talk about monarchies, Tsars, family trees, and other really cool stuff from hundreds of years ago.

Also, thank you for making me think that painting your finger-nails is fun and okay to do.