8/22/18

Blake turns 31.

It was a quiet celebration this year - a simple Sunday spent like every other. He rocked the baby at church, we waited in line for the best brunch in town, and the boys watched Star Wars through the afternoon.

In the evening, Blake's parents came over to babysit while we went out. Dinner, with accompaniment from the concert on the Green. A walk to the river and back, one 31-year-old hand in mine. It's a good year for him and for us. We're lucky to have another go around the sun.

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