Since Randy rarely reads this blog, I'll talk about his birthday. He's a man of simple tastes so his big present is my cleaning out the garage today. And you thought a writer's life was glamorous! For supper he's requested chicken and dumplings which northwesterners call "pot pie" for some reason. They simply cut up pie dough and throw it in some chicken broth. It's pretty good. Sometimes I sneak eggs and baking powder in but he can tell the difference. He's not fond of southern dumplings.
Randy is the epitome of 1 Thessalonians 4:11 - Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life and attend to your own business and work with your hands.
There's not one funny bone in his body but he likes to refer to my writing historical fiction as "hysterical fiction" which makes me smile. He's my very best friend and I'm so thankful. Next to Jesus, he's my rock. I hope our boys grow up to be like him.
This morning I received our family pictures via email so promise to post some soon. The boys personalities really shine through, so the photographer said. I think you'll agree:)