Happy Birthday, Jonna

"Doooooonnnnn! It's time!"

I still remember when, on this date thirty-something years ago, Libby came scurrying into the living room with Mom's suitcase, yelling for Pops that it was time to take Mom to the hospital.

I am not sure how Jonna survived childhood what with all the stuff her big sisters did to her, but to us she was like a real-life baby doll. We changed her diapers, encouraged her to develop her own vocabulary that was largely incomprehensible outside the family and in general thought she was the cutest thing ever.

Happy Birthday, Jonna. I hope you have had a good day, and I hope you got chocolate cake.