Or, The Trinster

What a joy to be a grandfather. 

Trinity, or as we like to call her, the Trinster, was born on Independence Day (how ironic for her parents).  She still believes that all the fireworks are in her honor.  I have way too many photos of this beautiful, willful, child to share here.  But I content myself with looking through them now and again.

Me, and my gals.

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