Saturday, April 15, 2006

Happy Birthday GodDaughter


I was going to let my Sandspit post cover for today, but I just looked at the calendar.

It's my Goddaughter's birthday today. Now, all the women in this photo of her family are beauties, but she's the beautiful blonde standing next to her husband in the blue shirt.

She's a grown woman now, so I won't mention her age, but I will say it seems like yesterday she was this crawling baby making faces through the mesh of her play pen that had all of us gasping for air, we were laughing so hard.

Just be glad I didn't post that picture beautiful.

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Weary Hag said...

Happy birthday indeed! to FC's beautiful God-daughter.

OldHorsetailSnake said...

P.S. Finally got around the Sand Spit episode. Really fine, Cracker; you are so educated!

I never would have recognized that as a razor clam. Ours go about 6-8" on the long side. But I also would never have recognized most of the other stuff you're dealing with. Good show. Thanks.

Floridacracker said...

If ya notice the missing comment...
That wasn't ME you rascal. I'm fair game, but unsuspecting friends are not. Go sit in the corner.

Floridacracker said...

Thanks, she's a sweetie.

Rexroth's Daughter said...

FC-- You are a lucky man. You are surrounded by beauty. Happy birthday to your God-daughter.

Floridacracker said...

Y'all know I'm not in that picture, right?

I am surrounded by beauty tho.

Anonymous said...

Hi cous, I enjoy reading your site. I remember when you worked at the fort and how interesting you were then. I am glad you have used it to teach others that Florida is much more than Springbreak and high rise apartments. Please tell your mom and dad I say hi and hope they are doing well. Alan

Floridacracker said...

Will do. Take care.

Hick said...

Cute, cute, and double cute. I think cute runs in your family.

Floridacracker said...

These fine people are family by proximity and friendship. This is the family of the girls who lived next door while I was growing up.