Barb LeFevre

It was forty years ago this morning that Dad drove Mom to the hospital. I was happy enough; I got to have Grandma Bea stay with me!

Dad went to work - as he did while Mom was in labor for all three of us.

I'm not sure how I passed the day - I was three, so the state hadn't jammed me into a "Pre-K" program yet - but later in the day, Grandma told me I had a sister.

I was probably happy, blissfully unaware of the terror that the term "little sister" inspires in better-informed older brothers.

I think it was two days later they brought you home - and probably a week after that that you first taddled on me for something or other.

Anyway - happy birthday, Barb! And any time you wanna swap kids for a few weeks, just holler.

No. Please. Holler.