Did you know that my father-in-law’s name is Cookie? Josh and I dated for almost six years before we got married. For approximately 2 of those years, I had no idea what his father’s name was. I remember a conversation about looking up their number in the phone book and I laughed because I wouldn’t even know where to begin. It’s Frank, by the way… I finally got enough courage to ask. It dawns on me now that we’ve been together over twelve years at this point and I don’t know why we call him Cookie. Maybe in a few more months I’ll admit that, too.
Cookie’s fiftieth birthday was yesterday and we spent the afternoon hanging out in the yard, eating barbecued hamburgers and hot dogs, dancing to sing-a-long birthday cards and stuffing ourselves silly with ice cream cake from DQ. It was a wonderful afternoon and we thoroughly enjoyed celebrating Cookie’s fifty years.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, G’pa Cookie!
