Today is my good man's 27th birthday.
I think he's had a good day.
We went to church and ate lunch at Alibaba's.
We took a walk down to the Farmer's Market in Grant Park and let everyone "oohhh" and "ahhh" over our little dog. Can you blame them?
Okay, okay. This isn't supposed to be a "dog blog." Rooster is quite the little dog though.
Anyway. We had a big supper of steak, potato salad, black eyed pea salad and corn on the cob.
We played with the dog and listened to Van Morrison on the porch while the steak was cooking.
Happy 27th birthday, my good man! I can't even imagine my life without you. Thanks for being born.
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