Yes, on this auspicious day, my fortieth birthday, I shall commence the forty-day parade down memory lane, beginning, fittingly, with a photo of my round self with my lovely grandmother (and my big sister, who hit 40 waaaaay before I did).
My parents, with Holly and me, traveled to Aruba to visit my grandparents. My grandparents spent many years on the island (twenty?) as missionaries. My grandfather ran a radio station there.
I was a very fat baby.
But my parents were glamorous.
And one more for this evening, before I run out to enjoy book club with my best lovelies. (It has been a busy weekend and Monday. I hope to have more time to post this week!)
P.S. I am the one in the red jumpsuit. Admit it: you’re intimidated by my fabulous style.