Lordy, lordy, David's forty!
And I must say he still looks fine!
Emily serenaded her Dad first thing this morning.
Then, David made us breakfast. Yes, it's true. I should have done it, but he insisted as he does it every Sunday and I'd probably just mess up the pancakes. It was delicious as usual.
David tried to play tennis with the kids, but it was so windy, the ball was more like a boomerang. So, we went swimming instead.
We made David a cake.
We went to Texas Roadhouse for dinner.
Trying to get everyone to look and smile is impossible. I have about 20 pictures like this.
Emily put on her pretty dress and a squirt of Love's Baby Soft perfume. She wanted to look pretty for her Dad. She's sweet like that. So, I insisted on taking a few pictures of just her.
Then, Ben wanted one.
And then Noah walked over for his close up. He needs to learn to smile more. It's like a baby mugshot.
Emily and I wanted them to sing and make David sit on the saddle, but he refused. Our waitress brought us a dessert and Emily thought he wasn't going to share.
But he gave it to her, and she was happy.
Ben wanted my camera instead of ice cream, so he took a picture of David.
The kids insisted on making David a crown for his birthday. This is why you don't tell them to say pickles. All open mouths. And this was seconds before Noah's toe went into the cake.
Making a wish...
It was a rather relaxing day overall, and I hope David enjoyed his birthday. He truly is the most wonderful man. I made a little wish when he blew out the candles that we get to spend the next 40 plus birthdays together.
And I think he wished that the Canucks win the Stanley Cup tomorrow.