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It was a good birthday...

Yesterday Asia turned 42.

He started the morning off with a tennis match. He got all Wimbledon on his partner and even dove for a ball. He's suffering the consequences now, since his 42 year old body doesn't handle being thrown across a court the same way his 30 year old body did. But he had fun.

I had to work all day, but when I got home, the kids and I had a little party for him. They had all gotten him their own presents - which is fun. I love to see what they choose for him and how they decide how much of their $ they want to spend. Kyler gave him an all expenses paid afternoon - with lunch at Asia's favorite restaurant and a movie. Savannah gave him a great glass with a picture of a BBQ that says "Not burnt until I say so" and Ethan gave him a great Eddie Bauer flashlight.
Last night, he had his birthday poker party. Ten guys showed up, including one of his best buddies in all the world who now lives in Utah, Bryan. Asia didn't know he was going to be there, so that was a fun surprise.

I fed them all my famous meatball sandwiches. And they ate and drank and laughed and did guy things. The kids and I went downstairs for the majority of the time and just let them be men. Once Bryan showed up, his wife and I hung out in the living room. They all throw in $10, and three guys go home with something... the rest are, well, losers.
It was a good day. A good birthday.
(And now I'm married to a 42 year old. How did that happen? Because we were just kids...)

Comments

  1. meatball recipe? please?
    sounds like a fun birthday.

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  2. Anonymous12:27 AM

    Asia is really handsome. :)

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