I realized I never blogged about Kyle's birthday!
He turned the big 2-7 a couple of weeks ago.
His birthday was on Easter Sunday, so we were able to sleep in, open presents, and go to Church. We also had the missionary's over for dinner, and we had a delicious dinner of ham and funeral potatoes.
I sure am grateful that Kyle was born 27 years ago.
And he sure makes 27 look good!
I love you, K!