It’s birthday week here at the Temple household. Sammy and Trent both turned a year older, just one day apart: my Scorpio men.
Sam’s big day was spent at daycare with his puppy buds, followed by an evening meal of chilli and mozzarella cheese with a giant bully stick for dessert. Oh – and a squeaky stuffed avocado on the side. What – you didn’t think I’d forget the veggies, did you?
Trent’s birthday, on the other hand, was a tad rowdier. Just a smidge.
It started off like this:
And then turned into this:
Before we knew it there was this:
And thankfully then it was last call:
Oh – but then came morning:
And so the first day of 35 for Big Birthday Boy has been a little less than magical, but I don’t think he regrets it. He’s got Little Birthday Boy to suffer through it with. And a huge thank you to everyone who came out last night to Bar 355 to celebrate with him. More than anything, he’s feeling very loved right now.
Especially by me:
❤ ❤ ❤