Yesterday was my husband’s birthday.
We managed to find an extra day off so that we could stay on at the farm Monday instead of rushing home on the actual day of his celebration.
The celebration was quite formal (wink, wink). I managed to avoid a shred of make up. He had dirt and paint streaks on his old work shirt. The kids presented him with a card involving a singing lizard. Sunglasses were gifted and a pink and orange cake from Kroger ended the mealtime festivities.
I sat down late to write something profound or witty or at the very least interesting and found myself completely out of words. In addition to three four year olds trapped inside because of the brutal heat, we had two cousins (one older, one younger) added to the mix. I got nothing. So happy Monday friends – hopefully I’ll have recovered tomorrow.