It seems it has become a tradition for us to travel to my hometown of Grass Valley right around this time each year. Joe's two-week summer training for the army (that happens to fall during the SAME two weeks every year) leaves me with an inherent desire to be with my mom. What better excuse to visit. So we packed it all up and made the LONG drive to Grass Valley once again.
It should come as no surprise that Brendan would cherish this as a tradition since it results in his receiving the first of 2 birthday parties each year. So just 2 days after we got into town, we gathered at a local park and had ourselves a party. After a prolonged cloudy/rainy season in the Northwest (you NWers know exactly what I'm talking about...) the 80 degree sunny days were a very warm welcome. And a perfect backdrop for a party in the park.