....that my boys have the best dad ever.
I may be a little bit biased, but he is pretty amazing.
This year we decided to do the birthday celebrating somewhat differently. The mega kid party was three weeks before the actual birthday, which was a total win-win. The kids all had some fun party time early in the month, and then the birthday boy still had his actual day to look forward to.
It also meant that the real b-day was reserved for family only.
Best.decision.ever.
Enter dad.
He decided that this year he was going to surprise the 11 year old with a day of dirt-biking at Milford Lake, which apparently houses some of the state's longest trails.
It was a great idea.
Except...a few days before said birthday, there seemed to be a little problem with my dear husband's dirt-bike. He hauled it to the shop. He kindly mentioned that he reeaallllyyyy needed the bike for Saturday if at all possible.
A phone call to the shop on Friday at 5:00 told us that the mechanic had gone home for the day and the secretary had not a clue about the progress of the bike.
On birthday morning, we waited patiently for the phone to ring. Each hour that ticked by was like a knife in the heart of my husband's well-laid out plans.
Thankfully, the 11 year old did not question why this particular birthday Saturday morning did not feel one bit different than the other 51 Saturdays of the year.
By noon, we were scrambling to make a back-up plan. The corn maze and pumpkin patch became our destination of choice.....and then the shop called at 1:30. The dirt-bike was ready. We flew to pick it up, and then headed out for this....
The oldest wanted to the do the corn maze. The youngest reluctantly tagged along.
The youngest begged to ride out to the pumpkin patch and pick out a pumpkin. Under the guise of money-saving practicality, dad and the oldest stayed back and played pumpkin checkers. The little guy and I nearly froze to death on the hayrack.
Then, of course, we had to take in the rest of the festivities.
Because it just isn't a pumpkin patch experience with lassoing a steer.
Or racing on the ropes course.
And then....
Sunday came.
Trust me, this kid did not care that it was no longer his birthday.
From the moment church let out to the moment the sun set, this was the sole mission.
He said it was well worth the wait.
Hours and hours of trails and jumps.
Although, they did decide to forgo riding the trails that went straight up these cliffs.
Yes, there were actually trails up those cliffs.
No, my husband didn't attempt them.
I had one seriously tired boy at the end of this day.
But he thinks he has the best dad ever, too.
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