Caisen was born the day after my birthday. Our wedding anniversary is a week later. Mother’s Day is two weeks after that, then I’ve got nothing until Christmas. So I decided to move my birthday to July. Let’s spread out the cake and April Appreciation days shall we? This year I turned 29.
See? 29. That is what the cake says. Adam made my family’s traditional strawberry cake.
He grilled hamburgers and bought root beer.
Kimball got all the hair stuff from my bathroom and a bunch of my necklaces and made me fragile. That is what he called it. I felt like Mr. T.
Don’t I look lovely? I feel lovely.