Pretty
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| Look what The Husband brought home for our birthday. That’s right — we share the date, although we made our entrances two years apart, which puts him solidly into his mid-to-late forties and me only in my mid-f-f-f-f-f-orties. Ahem. Nah, it’s all good. I’m happy to be who I am and where I am on my section of this mortal coil. |
Happy
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| This is The Husband. I’m about to start calling him “Old Man” any day now. |
Funny
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| Two birthday cakes! Often, we don’t even have one, but this year we hit pay dirt. Thank you, Mom, for the pound cake on the left (DELISH) and thank you, Samuel, for the Mississippi Mud cake on the right (also DELISH). |
Real
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| Laundry does not stop for a birthday, nor even for two. Ah well, I’m glad I have these loved ones in my orbit who bake cakes and hold me on their laps and bring flowers and create laundry. Blessed. Yes, I am. |
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