Last Friday was my Kday's 32nd birthday. I got him a balloon that said "aged to perfection." The balloon spoke the truth. If you want to read my birthday letter to him - read HERE.
We spent the night doing what I knew he'd love to do more than family cake and ice cream.... at a BMX bike race. He hasn't really ridden BMX since he blew out his knee for the second time on one of those dumb bikes almost a decade ago. But he still rocked it and brought home the bacon with a 3rd place trophy.
Layla calls it "my daddy's sophie." Well, I guess I get a "devin" and now Kday has a "sophie."
And what's up with this weather? I demand a white Christmas. And 9 month pregnant ladies are always supposed to get what they want. Please let it snow. A lot.
Have a fabulous Wednesday. I'll be carting the entire family out to lunch with this mommy dearest. She and her darlingest children and spouse just moved home and we've missed them terribly. Can't wait to swap babies and have me a little snack on the cheeks of her newest arrival, Scout.
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