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The glory of young men is their strength, And the splendor of old men is their gray head.
You have both!
Bruce, happy birthday. I wish I had a tree like yours to build a Flet. My whole family would love it. But we don't live in Lorien. Haldir doesn't live anywhere near Oklee.
My grandmother made me her special chocolate cake when I was six years old, on sojourn with my grandparents at the family cottage. It is chocolate, of course, but has dates and pecans and chocolate chips and my wife has amended the recipe to add apple sauce and therefore a bit of rich moisture to it. It gets served once a year around these parts, and only once.
I'm a 32-years-married dad of three, self-employed woodworker-type fella.
The kids are 28, 21, and 16. Being left behind by two sons has resulted in a simpler life. While reunions are cherished, there is a certain je ne said quois character to a nearly empty nest that I find I can recommend.
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Haaaapy birthday to you...
Haaaapy birthday to you....
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Happy biiirthday to yoooooou....
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Man, lookatthat! All that gray hair!
The glory of young men is their strength,
And the splendor of old men is their gray head.
You have both!
Bruce, happy birthday. I wish I had a tree like yours to build a Flet. My whole family would love it. But we don't live in Lorien. Haldir doesn't live anywhere near Oklee.
God bless you and your family.
Technically, his birthday is tomorrow.
He's just hoping that he'll get his special chocolate applesauce peacon birthday cake a day early. ;)
Thank you all, and the same to you, Ethan.
My grandmother made me her special chocolate cake when I was six years old, on sojourn with my grandparents at the family cottage. It is chocolate, of course, but has dates and pecans and chocolate chips and my wife has amended the recipe to add apple sauce and therefore a bit of rich moisture to it. It gets served once a year around these parts, and only once.
Amen. The glory of a gray head. Amen.
That's because the cake is really disgusting, Dad. The batter is just bearly passable, but the cake is pretty gross.
I hope the reminder of your age doesn't mean you'll start acting it.
Hey, Scott, there's hardly much chance of that, you think?
Oh, man, I missed your birthday!
I hope you had a great one. Many blessings to you for a wonderful, successful New Year, too!!
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