By Sunday, Keith was feeling right as rain again, and I felt okay proceeding with his dinner of choice: hot dogs and birthday cake to boot. So, after church we opened presents, had the dogs, sang Happy Birthday and ate cake and ice cream. We also did our tradition of watching videos of the Birthday Kiddo's birth and days as a baby. He's such a sweet little guy - with a quirky, "man" side too. He cracks me up. I feel bad his birthday was tainted with illness, but he didn't seem to mind.
Happy Birthday, Keith!
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