My “other firstborn” –my dear nephew, Caleb, center. (Weston, left. Morgan, right.)
I helped raised Caleb from 13 months to kindergarten. I babysat him every day and often overnight, too.
He’s 27 now.
He’s a high school geography teacher in San Antonio.
I used to call him my Leblet. He used to get confused and call me mommy.
Getting a decent photo of all three of them looking normal felt just like trying to get a photo of Weston and Morgan and Ross where they all look normal.
Or maybe this is normal???
Lake Granbury. We lived here for over a dozen years in a house on the lake with two acres of property.
After the funeral in Fort Worth, Morgan wanted to go to Granbury. All three of the kids were born when we lived in that house. We went to visit some old neighbors. I sat in the porch swing on their dock looking out a few lots down at our old house and the lap of the water against the dock and the sweet quiet felt so peaceful. We used to get on blow-up rafts and float back and forth visiting our neighbors/friends.
That red double-decker dock?
It was ours. Back then, we had a huge slide on the top deck. You had to climb a ladder up the slide, so it was like a third story. We ran a hose on it down the slide, so it was like a water slide. The kids loved it.
We built that house while I was pregnant with Ross.
I used to have swim races with the kids out to these dead trees.
Geese in our neighbors’ yard.
There are always lots of geese and ducks in the yards along the lakefront. My love for ducks was born here.
Or you could have them wrapped in bacon! I’ll have the recipe sometime soon.
Morgan, placing flowers on my mom’s casket at the burial service in San Antonio.
The Explorer that I’m helping Weston bring back to West Virginia. Photo taken at a rest area somewhere in Arkansas.
We’re on our way.