Today is my main man's birthday. He's turning a number between 30 and 40 (I don't like to share other people's ages, but if you really want to know how old Tom is, ask Will), and we can't wait to celebrate his life of that many years - as well the 14.5, 6.5, and 4 years I, Will, and Hallie have respectively known and loved him - this evening.
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| Getting to know Will, just a couple of hours after he was born. |
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| Reading to the kiddos. |
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| "Wrastling" |
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| He keeps me young. |
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| He keeps us all young. |
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| Home from church, time for baseball. |
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| Bros. |
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The pirate and his parrot chicken. |
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| Lions and tigers and no bears. |
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| Tailgate Tom (on the left) with his tailgating chalice. |
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| Who lets their four-year-old cut their hair?! |
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| Only one of our kids liked to jam. |
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| In his element. |
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| The "boys". |
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| Learning to shave. |
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| Showing his (on the right) true colors. |
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| Snuggling with the babes. |
We love him like crazy, and it's not very hard to see why.
Happy birthday, Taco Tom.
Someday, when I finally find the archived photo that brings the story to life, I'll explain the Taco Tom nickname.
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