Bob's Day

...was February 20 -- middle of the week, nothing special. He got some cards, a lovely box of candy from his pharmacists and techs at work, and I sang "Happy Birthday" in my best, most sultry, Marilyn Monroe "Happy Birthday Mr. President" voice.

It sent the cat scurrying for the hinterlands.

I could see Bob trying to not scurry after the cat.

So much for my singing ability...

But Torrey and Chris came into town this weekend -- we met at the "other" Weber Grill where Tim doesn't work. The food was wonderful, but the service left a bit to be desired. Obviously Tim was not our server. Torrey gave Bob last year's gift -- it took her a full year to find exactly what she wanted which was a stone to put in the garden that said "In Loving Memory of Grandpa...."

When Bob's dad died, he left a wee bit of money, part of which we shared with the kids, and part of which we used to landscape our yard. It looks lovely -- and is in memory of Grandpa who loved working outdoors.

So we've been having a great time with Torrey and Chris this weekend, and with having Tim advise us on the best food and drink at the Grill on Friday night. This morning we're all meeting up at church so I will have nearly all my family around again. It's tough with Jill et al in Florida....I miss them so much during family times like this.

And it occurred to me that this may be the last birthday Tim celebrates with us for quite a while. He got his letters mailed out on Friday; if he is able to raise enough support in a timely fashion, will be leaving for language school the end of May.

Three months from now.

That is SOON!