This past weekend I traveled up to Henderson to celebrate my dad's 75th birthday. It was rainy and dreary most of the time, and some of our plans (including Mrs. Lee's Daffodil Garden) fell through. But oh, it was nice to be home, even if it was for less than 48 hours.
The sky was magic.
The birthday cake was oh-so-appropriate (and yummy too).
Parker was friendly.
And the first Brown family selfie was, in a word, epic.
Dorothy was right; there's no place like home.
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