Better than a Dozen

roses, cookies, cupcakes, eggs, and whatever else comes in groups of 12 is a dozen years with J (pardon the pictures of pictures. I am too lazy to scan them).

In the middle of the craziness of the past couple of weeks, we managed to find one evening to celebrate at Donovan's steakhouse.

We had grand plans afterwards to go race Formula 1 cars at the largest indoor racing facility in the U.S. but after the relaxed, classy atmosphere at Donovan's and with full bellies, we decided to postpone the racing for another day.  After all, it was probably best to end the evening with a feeling of togetherness rather than have J be upset that I beat his tail in go-kart racing, right?