A little more than five years ago, 9/11 developed a much different meaning to me than to the rest of the nation. It was 3:05pm when Avalyn La’Nae Robertson changed our lives simply by breathing.
Now, here she is in Kindergarten… growing up so quickly… so beautifully… Where does the time go??
We didn’t have a birthday party because that was the morning I dropped Barry off at the port at 2am. I made it back around 5am and only got about 5 hours of sleep before hopping up, doing a quick little give-her-the-presents-and-sing-happy-birthday thing for Avalyn, and hitting the road to make it back home before it got dark (I don’t drive when it’s dark if I can help it!)
Her big brother, Tre, is having his 9th birthday on Sunday and we’ll be having a nice birthday party to celebrate both of them when Daddy comes home in a couple of weeks!



Happy 5th Birthday, my precious 9/11 baby :)











Happy Birthday precious Avalyn!