Happy Birthday, Honey! Have we reached the point where we stop counting, yet? Don't worry, 34 is the new, uh, 34. One year older, and another year more handsome and wise!
After his birthday feast, the whole gang went bowling. The family bowling tournament turned into a bit of chaos with the crazy kiddos running amuk, but Aaron and I still brought home the prizes: he won the prize for first place, and I won the consolation prize for last place. I had planned to cap-off the birthday fun with a late night movie at the drive-in, but the birthday boy was too pooped (can you say, "old fogey?") and wanted to go home instead.
Happy Birthday to you, Aaron!