When we get together on Thanksgiving, I am happy as a clam. Dad and Rich rant like 2 crazy lambs. That Mark, I don’t know about him. He is the bad ram. That is my theory of our lives. When we had our party in 2016, I was laughing so hard around the fire by 11:00, I was falling asleep by the fire. That is my theory of our lives. That is my theory of our lives. I am happy on Easter when everyone arrives. That is my theory of our lives

When we went to Lanesboro, I laughed so hard on the first night I could’ve slept by the fire. Dad and Rich were cracking some good jokes. I was thinking “Am I the last one in bed?” the next morning. I laughed so hard when we were playing Scattergories, I broke my wheelchair. That is my theory of our lives. That is my theory of our lives. I am happy on Easter when everyone arrives. That is my theory of our lives.

When we went to Alaska, we ate as a family. That was a blast. Everyone asked “What is Blake having tonight?” I thought that was nice that everyone cared. That is my theory of our lives. In Ketchikan, me, Dad and grandma went to a lumberjack show. That is my theory of our lives. I am happy on Easter when everyone arrives. That is my theory of our lives.