Meet Jim.

That’s the Daughters, Interrupted standing behind him. They’re all celebrating Sam’s fourth birthday, judging by the party hats.

We’ve noted before how Jim has been a good friend, and he is all that and then some. He is Uncle Jim* to our kids. Dad, Interrupted and I met in his family room. I introduced him to his wife (if I can find a picture of her in my Boxes o’ Pictures, she’d be in here as a good friend, too). He’s Sam’s godfather.

Most of all, he’s the kind of guy who good-naturedly let our kids crawl all over him and bunny-ear him to death.

*Fun Fact: The kids really would crawl all over him as he sat on our couch, and so it was a natural to quit calling him “Uncle Jim” and start calling him “Jungle Jim.” When he met his future wife, it was just a hop, skip, and a jump to call her (what else?) “Jungle Jane.”

What the heck is she doing now?

© E. Stocking Evans 2016