Today, Zachary turned 19. Can you believe it? I sure can't. To me, he is still that 6-year-old boy who carried our ring pillow down the aisle, or the 8-year-old who bet me that he could beat me at arm wrestling and lost...only to have to try broccoli and like it! We celebrated early on Sunday at Carrabba's, and I hope he enjoyed the time he got to spend with us and the grandparents. George, who was so happy to sit next to Zachary on his birthday for the first time in years, took some pictures of our birthday boy.
Highlight? Opening the burping penguin card from Danny, complete with two underarm farts.
Danny stayed on hand to help with the present wrangling.
We love you, Zachary, and we hope 19 is a wonderful, and considerably less stressful year than 18 was. We are so proud of you!
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