For years, my parents told me that it was easier for them to accept their ages than to accept mine. Now I get it. Last week Samantha turned 36. THIRTY-SIX!?! No, I am waaaaaay too young to be the parent of a 36 year old. Judging from the binary code blaze on the cake, maybe not.
We traveled to California to see for ourselves. Our trip was a total blast. It included pumpkin patch adventures,
some nice walks,
some yummy ice cream that was Nitrogen frozen in front of us
and some nice dinners together.
Happy Birthday, Samantha.
We are very proud of you and your 36 years.