We were on the boston whaler for the afternoon on Martha’s Vineyard and Billy was the pilot. Easing behind the wheel he pulled out one of his father’s Cuban cigars and I quietly watched him prepare it, light it and smoke it. Just like his father. “Billy, a cigar?” “Mom, I’ve been smoking these since I was 14.”
I found Meg on the bulletin board at our church and she instantly became our babysitter. I immediately felt comfortable walking out the door and Meg immediately became a big part of our lives. Meg and her family all sang “Come on Eileen” in the delivery room while Eileen was being born and while Meg thinks that Eileen belongs to her the truth is that we all love Eileen so much that we feel she is ours. The real truth is that we all belong to Meg and Eileen.
This photograph was taken at Camp Edwards’ Family Camp over Labor Day 2008 where we have been going together since way before Eileen was born.