One day out of every year something magical happens. I get my way for the entire day. This is not to imply that I don’t get my way the other 364 days per year, but rather on this day, Jenny truly exercises even more patience and willingness to let me push the limits. It’s clearly insanity but she’s got this notion that the birthday boy can ask for anything and get it because it’s his “special day”. And who am I to argue with this tradition implanted in her head by her parents (many thanks to her parents for this one!). This is a picture of me taking full advantage of my “special day”.
Thanks to Anne and Doug for the picture (which I touched up with some quotes) and for the wonderful time snowmobiling. 