Growing older...

How could two cuties like this ever get old?

I mean like really old--like in their thirties?

That is a lot of birthdays.

H. F. B.

P.S. A birthday seems like a good time to tell you sorry for all of the mean rotten things I did to you growing up over those years.

(I am especially sorry about the squirrel who jumped right into the river.)

Man, did I have a lot of bangs back then or what?

anyway,

I Love ya,

and I wish I was there--