37 Times Around The Sun

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So as of last week I have been alive for 13, 505 days, 324,120 hours and.....er....a whole lot of seconds.

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Heather threw me a big ol' Hawaiian party. Lots of friends came. It was amazing. It was one of those days that was not only incredibly fun, but also one of those rare days where a person is allowed to really step back and realize how lucky they are. My kids ran around with my friend's kids. Dogs ran after the kids. People relaxed with a beer or three by the pool. Music was playing at a volume reserved only for good parties. BBQ smoke wafted across the yard.

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All of this under the golden California sun. I am a fortunate man.

Remember I mentioned that part about dogs and kids? Well, here you go. Those kooky dogs were probably more well-fed than us.

Young Lachie in his Hawaiian finest. Notice the upright position? Yep, both him and his brother are walking. It's basically all they want to do. Walk around and pick up bugs.

We must have had thirty people over on the day. Most were in the pool. I tell you, there's something about having all of your friends around you and hearing the sound of laughter. You see and hear that everyone is having a good time and realize that you are blessed with friendship.

Yeah, well. Later on things just got ugly. Beer was involved.

Which of course having the end (no pun intended) result of beer leading to nudity. Ah....what can you do eh?

Eventually the sun went down. Most of our friends with children of their own went home. Most of our friends without children stayed. We made a fire by the pool. We drank more beer and played guitar and everyone sang along. We sat together under western stars.

It was a great day. A perfect day.