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Much to Zachary's chagrin, his 21st birthday turned into "birthday month."  

Zach prefers simplicity. Maybe a gift but no full-on attention.   

In fact, since he chooses not to be on social media, last year his dad and I posted his number and invited our friends to wish him a happy birthday. It turns out that he was in court that day, with the law firm he works for, and a buzzing phone in the courtroom causes a disturbance--who knew. ;) 

But this year, because of the snow that turned to ice on the 17th, he was unable to get McKenzi so he wanted to have a cake that included her last Sunday. My niece also has a January birthday and so we planned a full family dinner with another cake on Friday night. So, his 21st birthday was celebrated three times! 

Our house was full of laughter and fun!  Happy birthday, dear ones. May each year be better than the one before!























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