My eldest son used to jump up in my bed when he was around 2 years old and carefully pile every pillow in the house on top of me. As I lay there, pleasantly smothered I could here his little voice asking me...

"...are you BASHED, daddy?...you BASHED?"



Friday, September 23, 2011

EIGHTEEN AND I LIKE IT!

Wow...EIGHTEEN for Casey! He's a lucky boy. When he was born we lived in this house and he has spent every birthday here. All his milestones are here, scattered around in every corner and doorway of this old house. All of his birthday joy and happiness is here! HAPPY BIRTHDAY CASEY! 18 is a big one!

1 comment:

Melody said...

I can hardly believe he is 18!!! Have a fun week end!!! Xooxox