seven, thirty-five, sixteen, thirteen, twenty-two, nineteen

No. These numbers are not the cursed equation determining the probability of the world ending as seen in Lost. They are, more importantly, the ages of some of my loved ones who turned a year

(or a month) older recently.

In no particular order...

My chocolaty brown eyed little Mr. Curtis. He has one of the most angelic, tender little faces and his ever present grin melts my heart. He is fun and funny, loves his solid foods, especially mushed up bananas, and has a fervor for bouncing on his chubby baby legs. I heart him.

Zac. My youngest brother. One of the best and sweetest kids I know. Up for almost anything. My kids think he is the greatest thing since flavored milk.

Suz. What would I ever do without her? I think a lot of people ask themselves the same question. She is always putting others before herself. She is one of my best friends. She is the jelly to my peanut butter. I consider myself one of the luckiest people in the world to be blessed with a second mom, and she is her.

Mrs. VanBuren. Sister-in-law. Mother-to-be. Cute little chicken farmer from Pasco, Washington. She makes our family so much more fun. And she changes her hair color just as often as the rest of us.

Clark and Ashley. Clint's youngest brother and sister. We, especially Bella the dog, love visits from them. Ash is an amazing artist. I'm always looking her up and down because she is adorned in the cutest fashions. Clark has the most charming smile and is a lego maniac, constructing incredible things.

Happy birthday y'all!