Halfway to a century

Five decades.

That's a long time.

50 years ago, telephones were still rotary dial.
A computer filled a room and was used for things like rocket launches.
No one had even heard of the Beatles.
Rap was just another word for knocking on a door.
Al Gore hadn't even started thinking about inventing the internet.

And 50 years ago, May 6, 1961, my sweet wife entered the world.
Ain't she cute?

{FYI: she's not a newborn here. Her mother would not have survived birthing a child that size. And while she still has a massive head of hair, even she didn't come out with that much on her noggin.}

Karen is not a party girl. For her a celebration involves family, chocolate, thoughtful gifts and some quiet time. So we gave her all of that.
On the eve of her birthday, we sent her up to Salt Lake for a night alone with books, NetFlix and snacks. A massage was scheduled for her birthday morn, followed by a lunch date with a sweet friend.
When she returned, the house was bedecked in festive glee, inside and out.
She scored loot from friends across the miles.
After a spring-themed dinner of bruschetta and salad, we brought out the big guns -- our reknowned Chocolate Strawberry Torte!
Surrounded by the love of her family.
Happy 5 decades, Karen! We love you!!

Even if you were born before Wendy's started making burgers.