Fourteen years ago, we caught the last ferry from Whidbey Island and rushed to the hospital on the mainland. Eight hours later
I watched as my daughter Eleanor was born. My formerly fabulous gay life hasn’t been the same since.
The character "Eleanor" already has a starring role in these blog essays. Happy birthday to the marvelous and very real young woman.
Love, Papa
ELEANOR, AS SHE HAS ALREADY APPEARED IN VARIOUS BLOG STORIES:
A FEW MORE CLASSIC ELEANOR PICTURES THAT WILL PROBABLY BE FEATURED IN NEW BLOG STORIES ANY DAY NOW:
Happy Birthday
Love Papa
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