It’s my daddy’s birthday today, and I found just the right card.
“Lessons from dad: With you on my side, I learned that no dream was too big, no problem too tough, no anything too anything because you’ve given me the confidence to try everything.”
And it’s true. It’s actually become a bit of a joke between my brother and I because it’s a rare day that we don’t get a call or text from him just to say that he loves us, he’s proud of us, and he believes in us. That must be the ticket to good parenting because frankly, Tanner and I both kick butt at life.
Then he put this picture on my Facebook:
That is one of my mother’s famous sugar cookies. He told me to eat my heart out. It made me feel not quite so charitable towards him and now I’m considering not giving him his birthday gift that is actually not a gift certificate for once.
He might not even care about that, though, because he’s probably feeling like his real gift is the fact that our layover at their house shouldn’t be too long. Becauuuusseeee….
We bought a house!
The inspection is on Monday, and if everything goes well we close on March 28.
And you guys? I’m more excited about it than I thought I’d be! So please pray for a clean inspection.
Then leave my dad a nice birthday note because he actually does read all my nonsense.