He's 32...

...or 42, depending on whom you ask.

As Sam's birthday was approaching, we were telling Harper that Dad was going to be turning 32.  And she kept saying, "42?"

"No, 32."

"42?"

That was her story, and she was sticking to it.  Anyone else that asked, Dad was turning 42.  Of course, Sam loved that.  ;)

Our weekend was unpredictable with the weather and Sam being on call, but I love Sam, and I wanted him to know that he is loved and celebrated.  So, late on Saturday evening, I sent out a text to our friends to round everyone up for a casual, last minute lunch after church.  When I asked Sam what he wanted, he said just to hang out with his girls and do lunch with his friends.  Wasn't it sweet for everyone to come out to All-Sports to join us?

 

As I was thinking about his birthday, I loved reminiscing.  I was there when he turned 22.  It's overwhelming and heartening to think about that amount of history.  Ten years of sweet togetherness.

 
 


Happy birthday, sweet Samson Joshua!  You are our gift.