February 15, the day my sweetheart was born. He spent his birthday taking me to church for the first time since Thanksgiving. (I petered out halfway through the service.) Then he fixed lunch for everyone, drove his mom to the train, did the lunch dishes, and capped the afternoon with a much-needed Birthday Nap (enjoyed by K and the 3 youngest members of the family).
Tonight we’ll have a delicious dinner provided by longtime friends who thoughtfully remembered his birthday and brought the requisite celebratory elements (i.e., cake and candles). It will be just the six of us, eating on paper plates so no one has to do dishes.
I didn’t manage to get a card, but I did get him a little girl. He’s always wanted one. Happy Birthday, Dear. We couldn’t ask for a better husband and dad.
Love,
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