Happy Birthday, Ormond

How old are you again ?~!

I still don't believe you. Thank you for many years of birthdays with no obligation to find the gift or card that you will appreciate. The best year of all was when we were in some store and looking at cards and you picked up one, read it, handed it to me and said, "Here, if I ever bought you a card, this is what it would say." I read it and as I turned emotionally to thank you, you said, "Ok, put it back now, let's not waste trees." I think I loved you most at that  moment in time. So we've never exchanged gifts, the single morning greeting suffices.

I like that in a man.

Iris and Ormond head out on his motorcycle.

Piper wants to look like her hero-she succeeds, no ?~!

Note the baby doll tucked under his arm, we were on a walk with Ginger when the other guy had trouble with his VW, so Ormond gave him some advice that worked. Baby dolls notwithstanding. 

Between us we've got lots of hair.
Note his Obama t-shirt. We're good for another four years

Happy puttering in the yard belying his chronological age.

Happy Birthday, Ormond, may there be lots more to celebrate in our own quiet way.