Well it is official, I am sleeping with an old man, but I love it. My husband celebrated his sixtieth birthday on Sunday. He even let us have a party for him. He had a surprise visit from Ashley and Emery who flew in from Oregon on Friday night. Emily picked them up at the airport and they rang the doorbell at 9:30pm and we thought Doyle was going to cry when he answered the door.
We had all of the kids (except Jake, we missed you) over for a baked potato bar and then the extended family for cake and ice cream on Sunday. LeRoy, Jay, Kay, Rex, JoAnn and Brent came to wish their brother a great birthday, he was really pleased to see his siblings come.
The backyard was full of grandchildren playing ball with their parents. Jared and Chet were trying to wrestle each other to the ground several times, you cant take the boy out of the man some days. The newest addition Adalynn was present to meet some of her cousins, aunts, and uncles for the first time.
I have six months to hang on to 59, and hope to have as much fun and be as graceful turning sixty as Doyle was. Just don't call me Madam, that makes me feel really old!
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