As the rest of the country was commemorating National Women's Day, Kenton celebrated the 25th Anniversary of his birth. (He always gets a little rubbed that "they" chose his birthday to observe such a cause.)
We began the celebration with taking him to Z Pizza. It's a great place and the only place in town you can get whole wheat crust and organic sauce.
After they brought out the cheese and olive pizza (A Hansen favorite) Kenton was serenaded by Judah. It was the best rendition of "Happy Birthday" I've ever heard. It was put forth with such diction and maturity!
As if pizza weren't enough..oh yes, that's a certified NASA pen, just like the astronauts use! Is there really any other way to say, "Happy Birthday?" I think not.
I suppose there is another way to say Happy Birthday.
You tell your husband to wear particular clothing and be ready to go by 6:45 on Friday night.
You tell him to go into Whole Foods and load up on his favorite snacks.
You cause him to lose his orientation and hear him say that he thinks you're taking him out west to paint pottery. (Paint pottery..are you kidding me?)
Then you tell him to take off the blindfold and go inside because his friends are waiting.And then you go home and watch TV all night awaiting his victorious return.
With his first place rank, the other guy (ah..the 13 year old) celebrating his birthday was totally put to shame by Kenton.
Age before beauty..or something like that, right?
Happy Birthday Kenton!