I wish I had it in me to write a long eloquent entry about Tom, but omigosh, his birthday always rolls around right in the crazy before Xmas and I am SO TIRED. I try hard not to let it get lost in the shuffle, and thus we celebrate his half-birthday. But on this actual day of his birth, we like to celebrate just a little.
In the wee hours, Shellie brought over scones with birthday candles, so we sang and blew out candles as the sun rose. Tom took off for the afternoon and evening to see a movie and have a day off, but before he left, he finished the volcano project he started with the kids the day before.
These projects are the things that remind me how lucky we are to have him in our lives. I can't imagine these kids without him. They wouldn't blare Joan Jett at 9am on a Saturday. We'd have far less box houses and pirate ships. Colored ice cubes and frozen balloons are ideas for baths I never would have thought of. We wouldn't blow out candles at a random Thursday dinner.
I can hardly list all the amazing stuff he does for the kids, myself, and our friends and family. But the list is long, and he always does it with a smile.
Happy birthday, T.