It’s Buck’s birthday today…if you want to leave a comment here on the blog and wish him a happy birthday, that would be great. He loves teasing me and telling me that the blog posts with him cooking get more people to comment than my typical blog posts do. It’s a friendly little family competition. HA!
It’s totally okay with me if you all comment more on his posts…after all, if he does his cooking videos, I get a blog post off and don’t have to come up with anything to write about. HA!! I’ll let him have a crown of having more comments if it means getting a day off.
So today, Buck is making…Toads in Hole. His farm family upraising is coming out in his thoughts on how meals are supposed to named.
Now here’s his version of pork sausage gravy…
A huge shout out to Buck for giving me the morning off from blogging and having to come up with a post. I’m so blessed to have him.
32 years ago I was at the hospital. My doctor offered to induce him. It was a earlier that his due date but we were going to be moving on the 21st of February. The doctor thought it might be better is I had him early vs later on the 13th when he was due.
They tried all day to get labor started…no luck. I’d have a few contractions and they would go away.
At 6:30 pm the doctor came in and said she was sorry but she guessed it wasn’t going to work. No baby was coming today. We could go home.
I went into the bathroom to change my clothes and my water broke. Buck was born at 8:30pm. Yep, only two hours later. It was my fastest labor but by far my worst. It was all back labor. The nurse wouldn’t believe me that it was time to push and it ended up that she was the one that caught him as the doctor was walking in the door.
Life, has never been that same. I was thrilled to have a boy. Our oldest two are girls and there was a lot of pressure on us to have a boy as Kramer is the only boy and they wanted the family name carried on.
We went on and two more kids after Buck, Karl and then Kalissa. Making Buck the middle child.
Some moms lose touch with their boys as they become adults. I’m so thankful that hasn’t happened with Buck. I don’t write a lot about Buck. In general he’s more private. He’s often the behind the scenes guy doing the guy jobs for me that Kramer isn’t around to do anymore. He my reality check…he tells me it like it is. Every family needs one of those.
Kramer and I were really blessed 32 years ago when Buck came into our lives. He was a spitfire as a kid and in his own way, he still is. Thankfully now he knows how to channel all of that.
So here’s to Buck, may 32 be all you want and more!!