And I say it’s Tuckers birthday March 31st. I actually have no clue when his birthday is or exactly how old he is.
Based on educated guesses and estimations I’m going with 12.
So, to the boy that puts up with everything I throw at him and on him,
who puts up with my endless attempts at a good selfie,
my bottomless pit,
the feistiest and sleepiest (sometimes at the same time),
the one who tries his heart out for me,
even when I forget how to ride,
to the biggest ham I know…
Happy 12th Birthday Tucker!
Side note: This has been one crazy week. Full of Easter celebrations, wisdom teeth removal (John’s not mine), and major changes being put in place that will have ramifications for Tucker and for my riding goals. More details to come. So exciting!!! Also, as usual I’ve fallen behind on all your blogs yet again. I promise to get caught up with everyone’s goings on and apologize for any mass commenting. Happy Friday!