Aunt Allison

It's Ezra's birthday today. He's four years old.

The last time I saw him, he was wearing a t-shirt that said "Mr. Funny." Truth in advertising. I read to him and he threw himself around the living room, goofing off. Then Uncle Adam came in, picked him up, swung him around.

I remember the day he was born. Adam came to pick me up after my St. Mary's orientation. He swung his car into the parking area and jumped out. "Congratulate me," he said. "I'm an uncle."

I can't wait until that guy is old enough to spend a weekend with us. He's fun!