Today, Curly is 35. I am going to relish this last day where he is old, and I am still in my 20s. By tomorrow, that will no longer be the case. To celebrate, he is golfing. Show of hands for who is surprised by that. Anyone? Anyone? Didn't think so. When he comes back, we are hopping on the rented bikes and heading to Desperados for lunch. I feel kind of bad that I didn't bring any presents for him with me, but not too bad because I know he didn't bring any presents for me.
I am growing a list of Sun Valley injuries. The other day I was leaving Mini-me and Flower's room, turned too quickly, and ran face first into the door jam. My eyebrow is still tender. Last night while ice skating, I was helping some of the little cousins around the rink. One of them fell, and as a result, I pulled a muscle in my right shoulder. Then, as I was going to take laundry out of the dryer (without shoes on), I stubbed my big toe and now have a blood blister. I am falling apart.
Ice skating has been a big hit for our girls. The rink is outdoors year-round. It never gets really hot here, but that's still quite a feat in the summer. Mini-me can get around the rink without holding on, although last night she wanted to hold on, which had to do more with fatigue than anything else. Flower was really nervous and first, but now that she has the hang of it, she does great. Our tradition is to go every night after dinner and then get ice cream afterwards. Last night at ice cream, the kids were telling knock-knock jokes that were so funny, because they were wrong.
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Happy birthday to both of you , although we find it hard to admit we have a kid who's 35! Because you're with so many family members, we're sure these two birthdays will be among your fondest of all birthday memories.
Love, G'ma and G'pa
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