This wasn't quite a month ago. So I'm doing okay, right? I hate that all my posts seem to be catch up, but what do ya do? Ross turned 29 this year. He was gone all day to do training at work. When he got home, we had lasagna and bread sticks ready. That is the reason Misty isn't wearing a shirt. We sang happy birthday and had cake and ice cream. The kids even made him a card. I traced all of their hands on it. Then Wyatt drew train tracks and Misty colored some pretty back and forth scribbles. Ross could even tell whose was whose.
We all love this man so much. The perfect father and husband in our eyes.Happy Birthday Hon!
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