Tomorrow is Chris's birthday. I have made the birthday cake and we will go out to dinner as a family. The kids will give him the cards they have made and the annual "Happy Birthday, Daddy!" picture (*below). This year it doesn't end there, though. This year I have bought him a gift certificate for this place:
He and one of his best buddies are going to get to drive really fast in a circle 15 times. Doesn't that sound like fun? They'll love it and that's all that matters. My main concern, obviously, is that something could happen since this is kind of a dangerous gift. I mean, I am unemployed and have three kids. If something should happen, well, let's not go there. It's probably safer than what he does when he goes to work everyday anyway.
Also, because I am hoping to be a candidate for the Best Wife of the Year award for 2011, I'm taking him away for 2 days and 1 night to a place that is fabulous and quiet and beautiful. We leave in a couple days and I'm literally counting the hours. He needs a get-away and we need a get-away. We're going to swim and spa and eat and drink and sleep and spa and drink and sleep. Doesn't that sound lovely?
Happy birthday to my baby daddy.
Couldn't love you more if I tried.
2011 birthday picture for Chris