Clayton got a little bit of the shaft this year on his birthday, since the kids and I were partying in Missouri without him while he stayed behind in Detroit to work. We've been trying to make it up to him ever since. In Montana, we had a cake and sang to him with his family.
Lighting all 29 candles!
At least he got the one thing he wanted: plane tickets to go to Montana. Unfortunately, he hurt his back pretty badly on his 3rd ski run and was out of commission for the rest of the trip. Poor guy. I think he still had a good time, though. Happy Birthday, Love! I am so extremely glad you were born.
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