Artwork by Henry
"Pops Happy 34 Birthday"
Today was Chris' birthday. We sent him away for a day of fly-fishing with his friend Russ in the Angeles Mountains. Henry said that only Pops was allowed to catch a fish because it was his birthday. Chris, the root beer connoisseur that he is, requested an assortment of beers for this birthday:
Hands-down the A.J Stephans is the best and I'm not just saying that because we lived in Boston all those years. I picked up one called "Sparkys" which was Chris' bowling name when he was on a league (we have the bowling shirt to prove it.) The Berghoff was pretty good as was the Rhode Island Molasses. A few were meh but it's all about the experience.
Henry only sometimes calls Chris "Papa" now. He's moved on to "Pops" & "Poppy." This Pops loads the children on his back (a.k.a the camel, or sometimes it's the Tauntaun) nearly every night and carts their sleepy bodies off to bed. They always turn back, arms flailing, "Bye, Mama!!! Good Night!!!" as they round the corner to their room. He is so good to them and they love him so much. As do I. Happy Birthday Sweets!
xo
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