Happy 50th Birthday Dad!

Half a century today, and we make him lift 70 pound bags to see if they're at the right weight. Oh well, he can rest tomorrow when he's driving us to Chicago... errr maybe we'll just leave for a couple years so he can get a break:)

Tonight we had supper at my Uncle Paul and Aunt Diane's house. We had to say goodbye to them, my grandpa, my cousin Allyssa who I have grown up with and her family. That's when the tears started. I thought I had a heart of stone, but I guess not. When we got back home we also had to say goodnight/goodbye to my sisters Jenna and Lydia since we won't see them tomorrow. This part kind of stinks, but we are excited for what is ahead!