Yesterday was a lovely day for a birthday.
I also was able to dig up some johnny jump ups to transplant at the grave as well. While I got my hands dirty the girls squealed and chased bubbles. We sent three balloons to Wyatt and likely started a helicopter pilot that happened by at the exact same time! We came home and I set to work in Wyatt's garden, trimming mini roses a little more and pulling the many self seeded california poppies, johnny jump ups and forget-me-nots that freely roam about his garden. No tears were shed until exhausted, I crawled into bed last night. It was a good day.