Happy Birthday Baby
I’ve fought sleep all evening so that I can share it with you in the morning hours.
I’m sorry that you spent the eve of your birthday on call, but I appreciate that you did. I know that you work yourself like a fiend to care for the family you never expected to have, and I am humbled, even today, that you chose me and mine instead of the Ferrari. (OK, the Ferrari part is overkill; you are a better man than your Princeton classmates might think.)
You are nothing short of amazing, and I’m so lucky that our lives meshed. After Vegas last weekend, I can afford no material gift. But, I offer you the gift that I gave you in Vegas, on April 20th, so many years ago. I belong to you as much as I belong to me.
My daughters, your daughters, have a little something in mind, but you have to wait for Ash to come up. (Don’t bitch about the fuss; the kiddos want to make one for a change.)
I love you! Happy Birthday! I love you! Happy Birthday! You are the air I breathe.
Tip of the glass and many more……………
Ohhh, I tipped something. ;o)
Besides your wife, I’m the luckiest woman in the world.
Shit, who am I kidding? I was just being polite. I AM the luckiest woman in the world.
Sorry about my arrogance. You are my friend and I know that you are fabulous. But, if I can’t be a little shitty in proclaiming my love on the day my love was born, then my friends are assholes. ;o)
That’s sweet.