I just want to say happy belated birthday to Osto, who turned 35 on Saturday. We headed north to our favorite town to celebrate. My parents were generous and took our kids for the weekend at the family cottage. The kids met some of their extended family, snowmobiled, icefished, and played. We were able to have quiet dinners, sit in the hot tub in a snowfall, shop, gamble, and sleep in late - all without the whining of little people - which made it just about heaven.
So here's to you Osto! Happy Birthday, I love you! You are officially old now, like me!
P.S. Listen to the song at the left called, My Wish...I couldn't say it better if I'd written it myself.