I have the perfect photo (just not here)
Lindsey's in Turkey - maybe 3? - face down, sound asleep in a slice of chocolate birthday cake.
(It was a family classic.)
She didn't take herself too seriously
She enjoyed to the hilt.
She liked cake.
And she was a porker when she was little.
There's been a feeling of loss all the holidays since last April: loss for us as much as for her, that Linds is missing - the essential element gone.
But this holiday, personal one of course - is harder. This time it's Linds' loss. We don't get to bake a cake for her (though Chad has), or watch her open presents, but the fundamental thing is that Linds is not here to celebrate her own 34th birthday.
Now we have a number and wherever she's counting from, she doesn't get to count this one on earth.
While all of us just keep ticking off our own.
We're celebrating here for you Linds; happy birthday to you up there.
Love CTP
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