happy birthday, baby

i woke michael this morning singing happy birthday. he sleepily said, "oh...i forgot. thank you." i talked to him once this afternoon and then not again until 5:00pm on our way to san angelo. poor guy, he seemed a little depressed. after a few minutes of my unabated excitedness at it just being his birthday, he admitted to a little depression. i think he was glad when his phone rang to distract me from making any further comments.

the phone call was from his little sister, danielle. in the midst of the conversation, i hear michael tell danielle how he isn't getting a bday party because we're headed to my dad's and it seems a 50th bday party trumps a 35th. uh...yeah...he's 34. he seemed a little confused at first, and then excitedly agreed that he was, in fact, only 34. his whole attitude changed! he was depressed no longer! poor thing's been telling people all week that he's turning 35. he was so elated that he even called back a few friends to tell them that he wasn't quite as old as he had originally thought. :/

the family met at outback for a great birthday dinner followed up by delicious cheesecake. yummy!

baby-

you make me so happy to be alive. :) you are my best friend, wonderful husband and provider. i hope that you have a very special 34th birthday. i love you so much!