It's not often I get to publicly express my love and honor for this man. I suppose if I looked back, I might find something in the March archives of years past. Birthdays are a good time to really let someone know how much you care.
I don't think there's ever been a year without a baby or toddler helping blow out the candles. Soon enough though, the littlest one grows up. Warren always says, "Someone has to be the baby." I just love these two pictures......the lopsided cake, only 12 birthday candles, frosting that doesn't quite cover. It sums up our life - we might not look like we have it all together, but somehow it all works.
|The little kids like to pick out some kind of candy for a gift. Maria picked out gum and tic tacs.|
|And Peter picked out a chewy mix from Fleet Farm.|
|The older kids know how much Dad loves the story behind the Edmund Fitzgerald, so this book should be a good read for him.|
And now on to the log cutting. I don't know who said winter is a slow time for cranberry growers. I do know they don't know my husband. Yes, the cranberry vines are locked in ice, but that doesn't mean hibernation for the farmers. Along with flooding, sanding, building kitchen cabinet doors, nutrient management plan writing, yearly budget hashing, taxes, equipment upgrades/repairs......the list could go on, Warren did some selective log cutting on the property. The pile is really impressive if you're into that sort of thing - log gazing. Of course, I had to pull the camera out for a little documentation.
|Of course he uses a STIHL, but not this one.|
|This monster is 3 feet in diameter.|
|A pile of mostly red oak.|
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