Today is a very special day, the day "the baby" was born. Yes, the last of four, the caboose, or as Shea would say, the kid that got away with everything. Shea would get so mad that we didn't discipline her like the rest. You know, we were getting tired, and if you knew Kristi, you knew we had to choose our battles very carefully. Over the years our answers for requests for permission ranged from "are you kidding me??" when Shea (the oldest) asked all the way to "whatever" by the time Kristi rolled around. Maybe it's just a natural reaction with that last child. Anyway, I think she turned out quite well in spite of being the "spoiled child". Maybe she was, maybe she wasn't, it's debatable. I'm just happy to say we all survived it, and let me tell you it was a heck of a trip! Happy 19th Birthday, Kristi! Continue to be your own person and reach for the stars.
...Mom & Dad
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