Wednesday, January 11, 2012

For January 12: Happy Birthday, John!

By age seven, you already loved to cook. Your Aunt Mary gave you a chef's hat and apron for Christmas that year.

As soon as you were old enough, you eagerly took your first job. Here you are at age twelve, returning from your paper route. That's our pup Rencor in your newspaper bag. You both grew a lot bigger very quickly.
 And now you are about to open your second restaurant in Bend, Oregon.
I think this was in the cards all along.

Happy Birthday to my oldest son, John: a good cook, a hard worker, and a great dad.

We couldn't be prouder of you and your beautiful family.

With lots of love from Mom and Bob



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