Tomorrow, along with being the feast of St. Michael and every single one of the blasted angels, is our birthday. I say 'our' because WH and I were born on the same day, but eight years apart.
I don't think that a birthday has ever before snuck up on me quite so quickly and unnoticed as this one. I think that having a baby naturally makes a person a little bit less self-involved so I haven't had a lot of time to think about turning thirty-three.
We have decided to forego presents this year. We've both run out of time and besides, we're about to take on a significant renovation in our basement so we don't feel like we have a lot of extra money to be spending on gifts for each other that we don't really need. We will go out on Sunday, taking in a concert in the afternoon and then going for dinner. Miss A will spend a delectable afternoon with her Auntie.
Otherwise, we'll spend a nice weekend together as a family.
It'll be perfect.
Pitchin' In
11 years ago
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