Last year I was a wreck. I was one day past my due date and very, VERY miserable. I was prone to spontaneously breaking down in sobs every 15 minutes or so. I barely acknowledged John's birthday because I couldn't get my mind off the fact that there was still a baby living in my body and I wanted it out like three weeks ago. I didn't want to throw him a party because I could be having that baby ANY SECOND NOW! In fact, I didn't have the baby until noon the next day.
This year will be better. John and Max (and Grandma Judy) had a party on Sunday and opened all their presents. I'm even prepared with a father's day gift for John this year. John's taken the day off and I've arranged to have the neighbor's eldest daughter (she's 12) come watch the boys for a couple of hours this afternoon so I can take John to the movies (he chose Star Trek, so I totally scored and get to see a movie I want to see again too! mmmm Sylar-Spock).
My husband is awesome and I wish there was a way for me to say that without sounding 13, but I, like, TOTALLY love him and stuff!
Happy birthday Honey!
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