I've been accused of a lot of things. Most of them true although I'll probably deny I had anything to do with them. One I hear a lot is that I'm a cradle robber. Yes, me. I guess first of all I had to go on a mission to Oklahoma to learn to like cowboys (because before that I would rather puke than kiss one...) AND then I had to realize younger may be better.
Lynn is exactly 18 months and two days younger than I am. When I turned 40 he planned a big party for me and called old friends to make sure they called to harass me. I thought there was NO WAY I could do anything like that for him.
I was wrong. A little e-mail to the CVMA class of 2015 and he got enough attention alright. One friend gave him plastic dinosaurs so he wouldn't be alone as a fossil. (I like that one best...) Ever since my b-day Abby has wanted to buy an old guy cane for her dad. We came through on that one too.
However, we spent the evening of his birthday a "Battle of the Bands" Listening to our little boy blow his horn. To tell you the truth, I don't think Lynn would have liked anything more. He's an amazing dad and sure loves, gets a kick out of, his kids.
Here's to 40 more! (Maybe a few more than that too...)
Pictures coming as soon as I find my camera...
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