Possum Birthday

Happy birthday to my baby boy, our little Possum.  I don't know how we started calling him that but it's only one of the nicknames we use for him.  He's always been Possum.  That's what happens when you're the youngest in the family.  He was born 36 years ago at 1:05 a.m., the youngest of three.  His sisters spoiled him rotten when they were growing up but it's understandable.  This is what he looked like when he was only 5 years old.  Here is what he looks like today:

He's still Possum and always will be.  

I drove down to NC to spend the weekend with him and his beautiful wife and wanted to do something special for his birthday.  Hmmm.  What do you give to someone who has everything he could possibly want?  I know!  A pie!!

Here's the birthday pie before it was cooked.  It already looks good, doesn't it?  But. . .this is no ordinary pie.  This is a LOBSTER pie.  Here it is just out of the oven.

We had a wonderful salad and some great wine and chowed down on this great meal.  I have to say it was really delicious.  My son was a little skeptical because he'd never heard of a lobster pie, but once he tasted it, he LOVED it!!  

Happy birthday to my baby.