Surprise! It’s My Birthday

You know we love guests at this house.

And we love this one guy who likes to pop over on occasion – our friend Bob.

We met Bob back at old Campbell University when Kevin and I were but newlyweds.

Bob let us know he would be in the neighborhood and asked if he could stop by.

Who would say no to Bob?

He treats our family like his family.  He carries kids on his shoulders.  He reads stories and draws pictures with them, and of them.  (He’s a gifted artist.)  He makes desserts with them and often treats us to his delicious homemade baklava.  Bob makes edible finger paint from vanilla pudding.  He chats with Riley about the details of her life.  He is our family’s friend.  And we all love him.

We had a great visit – and were hours into it – when somehow the fact came out that it was Bob’s birthday!  That very day! (Which makes us sound like not-so-good friends to not know it was our friend’s birthday.)

We created an impromptu party – cupcakes, candles, party hats, noise makers.  The whole deal.

But the funny part is – Bob’s idea of enjoying his birthday – was to take our kids to the store by himself (every kid except Otto, I tell you) to pick up the party supplies.

Well.

Nothing like throwing your own party – eh?

So I would say it is true, dear Bob, that the Keigley family owes you one!