30, Flirty, and Thriving

We like to party, party (to the tune of Madagascar's "Move It, Move It")! So we ordered 19 pizzas. We had loud horns and silly string and confetti. When Tyson came in, he was blasted from every angle as we all sang a booming chorus of Happy Birthday. We danced under the direction of the wonderful brother and sister Graham. We ate carrott cake. We enjoyed eachother's company until late in the night. We all love Tyson so much and are glad he was born.