Maine is one of my ancestral homes. My great-grandfather preached in little white churches and lived with his family in parsonages through the state. My grandpa and great uncles, whom I now call upon as my guardian angels, grew blueberries and dug for clams, and generally believed, as I do, that Maine was Heaven on Earth. And so when Bethany came into the world in Waterville, Maine, and as we drove our new baby, the twenty miles, give or take, back to our home in Augusta, I felt as if I was making my offering to my ancestors who had been there before me.
I was grateful for that memory. Here are some pictures from Bethany's birthday.
In the evening I took the girls to get haircuts. Bethany wanted her hair cut to chin level. She loved it.
I love you Bethany.