It’s hard to believe that I met the father of my children over 13 years ago – when we were still in high school. Today, I celebrate my husband, the love of my life, and the father to my two beautiful children on his 28th birthday.
He is the type of guy who has embraced fatherhood 100% and in recent weeks, has said some very sentimental things. “What did we do before Charlie’s laughter?” “I hope our house never stops echoing those belly laughs.” And “I love you, Charlie. Daddies don’t say that nearly enough, so, I love you.” [He is probably even cringing as he reads the words I have documented here…] But alas, I celebrate who he is and thank God for his birth 28 years ago. He loves his family to pieces and we love him right back.
Happy Birthday! I love you, I love you, I love you! Hope your day is spectacularly wonderful.
Love,
Me (and Charlie and Baby of course…)
Here’s to the brother who brought a sword and a cup out when Fernando the cat had a live *unharmed * mouse in his mouth. Needless to say the mouse won that day. Happy birthday, Jim.
Sarah