Happy b i r t h d a y , Sis

From learning by you every step of the way . . .

Through the s i l l i n e s s


. . . & the nights where it's

just us girls

I've always felt [[so ]]lucky to have you.

Happy 22nd birthday, Tiffany. You are so precious to me and the love I have for you simply cannot be put into words.

Just another day at work

I love my job. I babysit two little cuties: a seven month old and a two year old. Though the nine and a half hour shifts definitely take their toll, I have so much fun with these little ones that it doesn't even matter.




Meet Brooke. She is probably thee most laid back baby I have ever encountered. All she demands is a full tummy and enough sleep and this one's good to go.

And this would be Ashley. She's a little fireball, let me tell ya. She's an easy one, too. Her cares in the world include playing with her cars and Play Doh creations.

Today we decided to go on a walk. Ashley loves exploring outside, and I definitely don't mind taking her to do so.

And, of course, no walk would be complete without hunting down the perfect leaf to bring home for Mom.




...or twirling over the crunchy ones, of course.

And can't forget

b a l a n c i n g

along the

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Ash loves to run, run, run...

Which means I have to keep up.

This does the trick :)

Then Ashley was ready to head for home.

...and so was Brookie.

Today was a good day.

H o w w a s y o u r s ?

Happy birthday, daddy.

Every year when the first of November comes along, your birthday reminds me of how grateful I am to be your daughter. I have so much to thank you for...so much, that this blog runs short of room to fit it all.

Thank you for teaching me to never look through judgemental eyes. And for teaching me that jealousy is completely silly and that sweating the s m a l l stuff is just a b i g waste of time.



Thank you for always making me crack a smile when tears are in my eyes. Your silliness is one of my favorite things about you.

Thank you for the vacations.

Each



And





Every







One







Of







Them.

Thanks for always making sure we felt okay. It is so admirable how even through rough times, you never let us know that anything was wrong,

e v e r .

Refraining from taking things a bit too seriously...I got that from you.

Thanks for being Mr. Cool and never being one of those

clueless-to-how-embarrassed-you're-making-your-kid-feel

kinda parents.

And thanks for all the [ s m a l l ] stuff, too...

like teaching me how to drive

..even after I came an inch short of hitting another car the day before.

And teaching me how to catch those poor little fishies off the back of the houseboat

and how to ride a bike

...and a sea doo.. even if it meant you had to come looking for me, lost on my sea doo in the middle of Lake Powell. Speeding so fast you hit a wave the wrong way and got a bloody nose. Yeah, sorry about t h a t one, dad.

Thank you for being a wonderful father. I love you more than you could ever know. Oh, and...

Happy 45th birthday, Daddy.