Tomorrow is my loving husband's birthday. I wish I could buy him the fastest, coolest sports car on the market. He deserves it. He works hard at home and at his other job. He cleans, cooks, does laundry, gets kids ready for school, plays and dances with lemon cake and cinnamon toast, even gets a new tire for my van that flattened out on me on the way to work on a dreary Monday. Yes, he is so good to me that I am blind to see it at times. I need to treasure him more.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HONEY!
