My mom made him a gooood cake and we sang Happy Birthday, led by Enzo. On key.
Jeff took the day off work, we got a babysitter for a few hours, and we ran around Knott's like we were teenagers again. Since there were no other people there but us, we ran from thrill-seeking ride to thrill-seeking ride and the adrenaline got to us. Then, we realized we are NOT teenagers. We need the time to wait in line for our blood pressure to return to normal. At different points in the morning, Jeff and I both had to sit one out. And breathe into a bag. Happy birthday to a fantastic husband, a great father, an awesome man and a loyal friend. Love you!
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