Birdpapa has been counting down the days until his 36th birthday...a little weird if you ask me. Anything past 30 is just old, right? We're on the other side of 35 which only means we're closer to 40...ugh! I remember when my mom turned 40 and I couldn't believe how O.L.D. that sounded. Well, last night was just a confirmation that Jere's NOT old and we've got a really long way before we hit that point!
One word. Bullriding.
Okay, it wasn't technically bull-riding but it sounds great, right? Birdpap doesn't EVER get embarassed however, I sensed a bit of trepidation when the waiter rolled the horse saddle over to our table, handed Birdpapa a cowboy hat (made for a toddler), and told him to 'buck up and enjoy the ride'. I nearly fell off my chair, okay booth, but just the same. Birdpapa is a firm believer in "go hard, or go home" so boy did he enjoy the hootin' and hollerin' from the entire restaurant when the waiter annouced that he was turning 21! I love that dear man! He is and always has been a grown.up.toddler!
All joking aside, I do love him and am so blessed to have him in my life. God picked out a good one for me! Happy Birthday, Jere.
Now, can we get on with the week and start prepping for Santa....Geesh.
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