May Have Been

The best birthday ever. Perhaps rivaled by my 13th, when the folks took me to spend the holiday at an antique show in an artist's colony in Woodstock. Spent that one meeting a lot of people who were WAY beyond the ken of a small town country kid, wandering through artist's supply shops and galleries, and visiting the cemetery to look for family names for mom. They just turned me loose to wander. That was pretty awesome too.

This year we had family. We had food, home-made pulled pork and barbecued chicken done in Matt and Lisa's big barbecue. We had good weather, fun, banana and applesauce cake (go mom!) and terrific music in the car on the way home. Mom and dad called my cell while I was in the barn milking and serenaded me with Happy Birthday, and my older brother left a veritable symphony thereof on the house phone. Then at night Matt brought us down some hay, which will sure help with the stuck chopper situation.

No one could ask for more. Bill Gates didn't have a better birthday than I did.

So, thanks!