Yesterday was Bret's 50th birthday. Did we have a party? Go somewhere special? Nope. Bret decided to take advantage of the overcast, misty day and remove fencing from our property. He took Sebastian and Gabriel to assist him with this, although I had my doubts about that. I figured Gabe would be whining after an hour or so.
I was amazed. They were gone for eight hours, returning only for a quick lunch (I mean quick--they took most of it with them back to work), and upon coming home at 4:30, dirty and sweaty, they were still rather chipper. Bret said he was impressed by how well they did with the work. He said it three times during the course of the evening. I think it may have been the first time that their help was really helpful, and I am so proud of them. Now Bret can begin to enjoy some of that assistance I have been enjoying with Una for the past couple of years. I wish I had photos of them helping their papa...
Anyway, they did make it home for Bret's chosen birthday meal of pork ribs, steamed new potatoes and salad, and cheesecake for dessert (is there the man out there who does not like cheesecake other than a lactose-intolerant one?). It may not have been an exciting birthday, but with age I have come to the conclusion I don't really need excitement, it only turns my hair gray. Boring is good.
Hoping the next 50 years will be good, comfortable, pleasantly boring ones for you, honey!