I was thoroughly and completely spoiled on my birthday. Goodness.
Thank you. Bless you. I can’t help but wonder if my mom went around whispering in my friends’ ears, “Take her flowers.” “Yes, she likes that kind of lotion.” “Oh she’ll tell you she doesn’t want to go to lunch but she really needs it.”
My dad has been in town since Gabe’s baptism and we’ve had dinner together every night but one. The grand challenge is keeping my dad away from the dishes. My dad loves to work, but we want him to play, so the big boys elbow him away from the sink while the little ones lure him down to the basement for a game of ping pong.
I meant to save you some cake but Ben finished the last of it this morning. No worries, it’s Xander’s day tomorrow.
Um yeah, our birthday season is exhausting.