From my own point of view (this being my own blog) a tender, sweet baby survived to become a tall, strong man. I still remember how it felt to hold that baby Marty, how bright he always was, and funny, and considerate.
The painting behind is of me, Kirby and Marty, sitting in a meadow east of Taos, when Marty was a baby. It was taken Wednesday night, his last night of being 20 years old:
This afternoon Marty, Ashlee and three other friends are going to Las Vegas, Nevada for three or four days, to celebrate his birthday.
4 comments:
Happy Birthday, Mary!
Happy Birthday, Marty! Have fun in Vegas.
Great photos. Happy 21st, little Marty!
He's that great little guy still. Just bigger!
Happy Birthday, Marty!
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