There was an assassination attempt on Ronald Regan. And Cory was born. (This is a little thing I LOVE about Cory; whenever someone asks when his birthday is, he always says something about the Attempted Assassination!)
I double Hate ooey, gooey love fests via Blog, so I'll keep this to a minimum.
We love Cory . . . a lot. He's our Man. The only one in the house, as it happens to be. He treats us right. He wrestles us, even if we don't want to be wrestled. He plays Mob Wars. He's silly.
He loves Tostitos Hint of Lime Chips (we go through 2 bags a week) and Salsa. He loves Church Ball, and his current team has the losing-est season of all time - through no fault of his own. He asked for "crunchy tacos" for his birthday dinner. What?! "Crunchy Tacos." Okay. He's a super Intern and an amazing Physician. Protein Shakes are a BIG part of his life. He's a smarty pants, and has passed it on to his children. He wakes up early and goes to bed late, and we love him despite the fact that he falls asleep on the couch around 8 pm most nights. He's a Trimmer, and we'll leave it at that. He's a great Dad and really tries to balance his crazy schedule with loving on us girls. We love you to the stars and back, Cory.
Olive Juice!
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