on turning 44

Kim’s a big fan(atic) about doubles (11, 22, 33, etc), and she’s also in favor of me being older than her, so today was her lucky day.  I turned 44 years old today.  I’m not quite sure how I’m supposed to feel about 44.  It’s a much older sounding number than I feel.

I’d like to thank my mom and dad for getting this whole life-thing going.  Without them, well, I guess I wouldn’t be here…  :)

It was a pretty normal day until I got home from the office.  Isaac couldn’t wait to sing to me.  Of course, he mangled a lot of the words, and quickly transitioned into some goofy song we sing to each other about punching each other in the hair.  (I’m not sure where it started, but it stuck.)  Levi and Lilly were out and about, so they missed the fried chicken and green beans, which are still my favorites after all these years.  They were back in the fold for dessert, though, and the fam presented me with some homemade cards and a chocolate pudding pie, which was deelish.  I’ve got to admit, the cards got to me.

But it was what happened next that really grabbed my heart.  Kim led them in telling me one thing they loved about me, or one thing they were thankful for.  By the time they were done I was a wreck.  Kim reminded us that Annabelle, Josie, and Isaac haven’t had very many “Dad’s birthdays” to celebrate; this is pretty monumental in their lives.

Crushed.  Me.

Oh my, but I am a man most blessed.  What a privilege it is to be able to reshape and redefine their normal, their understanding of family, their concept of God.  Wowsers…

picture 1 is right after Charlie has taken a bite out of Isaac’s hair and left his slobbery love in return.  Picture 2 is a little better…3 & 4 are of the birthday serenade.  A cello and warthog duet…holy nostrils batman…

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