Always a Busy Weekend...

Thirty-three years and one day ago, William James Anderson was born. He was born on Father's Day, and as a reward...Clay and Judy Anderson (his parents) not only got to take home their son...they also got to take home a roast...(brace yourselves for this one)...a roast in the exact weight of their new born baby boy. I am not even joking around here, for dinner William's parents tossed a roast weighing 8 lbs 8 oz. into a 375 degree oven--I wonder if the roast was also 21 1/2 inches long? Good thing Judy didn't go by feel, if she ate the whole roast herself she would have been right back where she started before labor and delivery! I guess that is the way they do things in Montana...for every child born...a cow must die.

I kid, I kid, except for the whole "getting a roast the exact size of your new baby" thing. I could not make that stuff up. Montana is a great state.

A heap of years later, I married William James Anderson (I am such a lucky girl!) and every year the 3rd weekend in June is a busy, busy weekend. One year (2006 to be exact) Will turned 30 on Friday, took Lorien out to the Father-Daughter camp-out, graduated with his MBA on Saturday and celebrated Father's Day on Sunday. See what I mean? Busy, busy, busy!

Some ladies in my circle of friends throw their husband's super fun birthday parties with friends and cake and presents and grilled meat and strippers. (Wait--just kidding--I wanted to see if you were paying attention, no strippers.) My husband is just lucky if I keep a paper bag handy so I can make it through the panic attacks smoothly. He deserves a big party. I wish I could come up with a better adjective but I cannot--he is AWESOME! A wonderful Father, an adoring husband and an all around cool guy. I love him. Some day I will throw him a super fun party. This year he'll have to settle for a little party with little kids--and party hats.

Happy Birthday/Father's Day Babe!