I’m sure you’ve heard the superstition that Friday the 13th is a “bad luck” kind of day – why I really don’t know. In our family that is certainly not true. We were blessed twenty eight years ago on Friday the 13th with our son Alex. He hasn’t always lived in the middle of nowhere on a cattle ranch. He was a California kid who grew up wearing flip flops and shorts every day and driving a dragster, but he’s made the transition to rural life and we appreciate being able to work with him. Here are a few pictures from when he and his cat arrived and some of the fun and exciting jobs he does on the ranch.
Happy Birthday Alex! We love you. And P.S. to Uncle Rodger in Florida – Happy Birthday to you too!