My sweet boy had a birthday.
One year older and wiser,too.
Still not wise enough to stop using a blow torch to light the ever growing number of candles on the cake, however.
This year's treat: carrot cake with absolutely zero refined sugar.
So, so, so yummy!
We ate the whole thing!
Dear Mr Bird,
Have I told you lately that I love you? Well, I do, fiercely. There is so much that I love about you. I am afraid to put it all down on this here blog for fear of sounding really, really cheesy. I love how you live life so big. Everything you do has to be big, like the candles on your cake. All or nothing for you. It's how you love as well. You have the biggest, most passionate heart of any other single person that I know. Everything you do, you do with such passion and zest for life. Your happines and laughter are contagious. I can't help but love you with every part of me. It melts my heart to see how you are with our children, especially that baby girl. She has you totally wrapped around her cute little finger. I love how you look at her and play with her and snuggle with her. I love how you wrestle with our boys and tuck them into bed at night.
Have I told you lately that I love you? Well, I do, fiercely. There is so much that I love about you. I am afraid to put it all down on this here blog for fear of sounding really, really cheesy. I love how you live life so big. Everything you do has to be big, like the candles on your cake. All or nothing for you. It's how you love as well. You have the biggest, most passionate heart of any other single person that I know. Everything you do, you do with such passion and zest for life. Your happines and laughter are contagious. I can't help but love you with every part of me. It melts my heart to see how you are with our children, especially that baby girl. She has you totally wrapped around her cute little finger. I love how you look at her and play with her and snuggle with her. I love how you wrestle with our boys and tuck them into bed at night.
I love the way you take care of our home and family. I am so glad you have a January birthday, it brings such a fun light right in the middle of the cold, cold winters. I can't help but love January because it's your month. See what I mean, I always get so cheesy when I write about you, I just can't help it. We have such a blessed life and for that I am so grateful. I am so proud to be your wife.
Happy Birthday, Old Man!
Love, Me
1 comment:
He's definitely a good one you've got there. :-)
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