Joe turned 32 yesterday. . .he doesn't mind me sharing this, mostly becomes I'm older than him and he knows once I tire of people knowing my real age I will stop sharing his.
He jumped out of bed bright and early for fishing with two of his favorite people. . .Ed and Dave. The kids thought it might bother him that it was pouring rain all day, but it never does. There is something about the fisherman inside Joe that I've always loved the most. . .the patience required. . .the calm spirit. . .and the fact that no outstanding circumstances can ruffle him. Clearly the yin to my yang :)
We spent the evening with our best friends eating a platter full of king crab legs and drinking some of the finest wine we've ever had. The kids piled on top of him with their little presents and handmade cards. This boy is generous and blessed, and I'm doubly blessed by sitting next to him all of the time - lucky me!
Happy (belated :) Birthday Joe! I love you!
