Donné turned 39 today! It was a mostly peaceful day, which took a turn for the slightly-more-exciting-than-aimed-for. 

We went out for some putt putt at the beach front. Check out those birthday girl boots. 

Donné versus the octopus

This was all going brilliantly with laughs, smiles and us having a good time. We got to the last hole and things took a rather sudden change in direction. 

Adam tripped on one of the obstacles and went face first into the bricks edging the hole. When I picked him up it was just blood everywhere, and I knew we were going to need to make a trip to the hospital. 

Fortunately they just glued him back together (litterally), and the milk he drank on the way calmed him. 

The final golf tallies tell an inaccurate tale. Although it looks like Eli is an ace, he actually skipped about half the course, and Donné kept marking Grace’s shots in her column.

Birthday cake! (made by the birthday girl) 

May it be a blessed year ahead for you my love.