Over the weekend, we celebrated Bo's birthday at his sister's house in Cincinnati. He thought he was just going to install a water softener and conditioning system, but we had other plans for him. His sister planned a wonderful surprise, invited his grandfather, parents and siblings in, put Bo and me up in a very nice hotel for the night, and treated Bo to a forty minute massage. Other gifts he received were:Forty socks
Forty heath bars
Forty guitar picks
Forty ounces of coffee
Forty pennies, forty nickles, forty dimes, forty quarters
Another forty-minute massage
Forty mardi-gras beads, each one representing a memory or kind word about Bo spoken by all of his family members
Forty miscellaneous things
Forty cups of McDonald's coffee (from me. McD's is his favorite)
And his brother-in-law Brent sang him this song, titled, of course, "Forty."
One, two, three, four
I waited patiently for the Lord
He inclined and heard my cry
He brought me up out of the pit
Out of the miry clay
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
How long to sing this song?
How long to sing this song?
How long, how long
How long, how long to sing this song?
He set my feet upon a rock
And made my footsteps firm
Many will see
Many will see and fear
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
How long to sing this song?
How long to sing this song?
How long, how long
How long, how long to sing this song?
Thanks, Jerren, for planning the weekend. It was very, very nice.
Happy birthday, Bo! May you be blessed today and always.
