Oh the gifts I have for you. (I spoil, I know.)
First, there’s my induction – six years into marriage – into the true Morrowness of the family.
And I put this one first because otherwise, the comedown from this next one – in which Ezra demonstrates the showmanship and magnanimous grace not seen since Shirley Temple interrupted “Dora’s Dunkin’ Donuts” – would be near fatal. I know they won’t’ compare in your mind. But to me, the driving of Dad’s John Deere – with gear attached! – is sacred.
There are pictures, of course, from our Thanksgiving pilgrimage across Sacramento – and upt to Lincoln – but I shall leave you with but one. Of me. Because otherwise I’ll get no attention. I… can’t compete with Ezra’s beauty.