The Pierce Family: Happy Birthday Eric!

Monday, November 9, 2009

Happy Birthday Eric!

Today is Eric's 28th birthday! Twenty-eight seems REALLY old... but then I remember I am only months away from it- so it doesn't seem TOO old. Eric is hard to surprise because he always looks at our bank statements online. I was able to surprise him (thanks again Heiners!) with a high security suitcase/C.I.A.-style/roller bag for his optometry equipment. Kinsley got him a shirt and socks, which she picked out herself. He also got money, and an electric toothbrush from family. Thanks everyone for thinking of him on his big day!

You know you are getting old when you blow out your candles on your birthday cake and you set off the smoke sensors! (seriously)

6 comments:

Cassi @ Stop And Smell The Roses said...: Happy Birthday Eric!!! We didn't realize you and Joe were so close in age (his birthday is the 20th)! So glad you had a great day! Love reading your blog!
Joe & Cassi; November 9, 2009 at 7:00 PM
Jenn said...: Happy Birthday Eric-- sorry I'm such a slacker with birthday cards!! We're so excited to see you guys in 2 weeks!!!; November 9, 2009 at 7:12 PM
Lant Family said...: Happy Birthday! I dont think you are old, I think we are all rounding that age soon! Hope you had a great day!; November 9, 2009 at 8:03 PM
The Sullengers said...: Happy birthday - one day older and wiser too! Well, I don't know about wiser...but definitely one day older than me! Do you not like frosting or whip cream and strawberries on your cake or did you add them later?; November 9, 2009 at 8:14 PM
The Jones Crew said...: Happy, Happy, Birthday Eric! Eleven more days....but who's counting.; November 10, 2009 at 10:03 AM
The Jones Crew said...: I hope you had a great happy birthday we get to see you guys soon only Eleven more days; November 10, 2009 at 4:51 PM

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“I don’t want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with grass stains on my shoes from mowing Sister Schenk’s lawn. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbor’s children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone’s garden. I want to be there with children’s sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived.”