Wow…29 years old…again. Thank goodness we already celebrated on Saturday, because with a 4 a.m. wake-up by both of our children, a husband who couldn’t wake up because he was up until all hours (finally) wrapping up his grad school paper, a father who has a stomach bug and cannot make his scheduled visit, a committee meeting at church and a dozen or so graham cracker gingerbread houses to assemble afterward, this one’s shaping up to be a real stinker.
Hope the stylish, new cordless phone, flowers, balloon and hot n’ sour soup cheer you up. Maybe I’ll even throw in a foot massage!
Seriously, you’re a great wife and mother and we love you lots. Happy Birthday!