Bless my husband’s heart.
He goes above and beyond to make me feel special on my birthday. This year was no exception. He took E.B. to pick out birthday cards and a cake to come home and surprise me with. They were so proud of themselves as they revealed their efforts to make me happy.
The cake:
As they sang Happy Birthday to me, all I could do was laugh while tears rolled down my cheeks. Naturally, Cracked Daddy wanted to know what was so stinkin’ funny. Then he realized the number 4 on the cake had been placed on there backwards.
But that’s not all.
Because? It was my 36th birthday, not my 34th.
God knows I love them for trying.
hey, it’s the thought that counts. Smile…