We celebrated Dallas' 29th birthday last Friday. I think 29 is young, but Dallas is having an I-can't-believe-I'm-almost-thirty-I'm-getting-so-old moment. He did admit that he'd rather be thirty than twenty again, so he's not totally in denial or in the pits of depression. That's a good thing.
We partied his way- at home. No people. No plans. Just our family of four plus one dog, some incredible Alfredo made by yours truly, an early bedtime for the kids and a movie for the grown ups. Although I would prefer a little more fanfare than this, I will admit it was nice to sit around after a pretty crazy week.
Dallas' sister Sierra and brother-in-law Seth showed up on Saturday to deliver some goods (beds for the kids and a table for the preschool I'm opening up next fall), so we went to Grandma Kaiserman's to blow out some birthday candles.
I love this man. He is positively the greatest thing that has ever happened to me.
Wilson Halloween Extravaganza! - Potions, and Bingo, and mummies- oh my! We had witches, and zombies, and a pirate- no lie!
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