
Devon is... Two-five, twenty-five, veinticinco, half-way to 50, quarter of a century!
Can you believe Devon is 25? I always joke about how we still look like teenagers. Hopefully that will be the case when we're in our thirties, too. I'm pretty sure that's wishful thinking, though. Devon's birthday was fun! He loves his presents. He got a bunch of climbing gear. That's all he really wanted. I even tried to mix it up and get him a pair of Vans. He returned them.
We went climbing after work and then had some friends and family over to eat some birthday cake and ice cream. Then we watched Rupert, Daphne, and Joey run around chasing each other. (Rupert and Daphne are Amber and Steve's Yorkies. Joey is a cute blond little fluffball--she's Angie and Vessie's. All three puppies are under three pounds I think.) My dad said we must be getting old now that we enjoy sitting around talking and watching dogs chase each other. Probably true, but at least we don't look old yet!