Birthday Boys

It should come as no surprise to anyone who knows me well that the two most important men in my life are my dad and my husband. And they both have birthdays within a week and a half of each other so this blog is a happy birthday wish to them. (Even though it wouldn't surprise me if neither one of them has ever seen or ever will see my blog - not really their thing.) Anyways, today is Dad's birthday and I just called to wish him a happy day and told him that we got him the start of the NFL season for his birthday. Brooks' birthday was August 27 and I got him Heelys (you know, the shoes with wheels in them that all of the twelve-year-olds are wearing these days) and I think that he's actually going to keep them. Let's hope he doesn't break anything once he starts to break them in.

I don't have a lot to say about these two fellows mostly because I don't feel like getting verklempt right now so I'm keeping it light-hearted and being a little emotionally lazy. Basically, I have always thought the world of my dad and he's pretty much been incapable of any wrong in my mind - much to the chagrine of my mother at times, I'm sure. He is a Godly man who was the best example I could have asked for in what to look for in a husband and so I credit him much for helping me choose this other Godly man in my life. Strangely enough, Brooks shares many characteristics with my dad, the biggest in that he treats me far better than I deserve. Anyways, enough butt-kissing by me so here are a few pictures of the two of them over the long long years that consitute their lives (He he he). Note that Dad is not happy to be wearing a UT hat (probably the only time he ever has worn one) and also note the excellent trucker-style haircut in the picture where I was a baby. Note also that Brooks was an adorable child, though not exactly "precious" as a teenager - do you think that he might be related to Kramer? Anyways, happy birthday to them both - I love them deeply.