Luke turned the Big 3-0.
That's right, people.
30.
That's the age that I thought people died at when I was a kid.
We had big plans (The Birthday Project, a whole day and night to ourselves, fancy dinner, a visit to the temple, one whole day of bliss).
Unfortunately, my morning meet that day got moved to 2:30, our babysitter's son got violently ill, and our day of bliss turned into a day of blah.
So, we treated him to breakfast in bed on the special gold heart birthday boy plate.
And then Cameron woke up and ate it all.
Happy Birthday, indeed.
1 comment:
Happy 30th Luke! ;)
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