Baby Tommy liked the hibachi restaurant. He's not really a baby anymore, huh?
Earlier this week, a new computer arrived. Mike had been trying to turn the purchase into a birthday gift for me, but it seemed to big, so exagerated. I told him we could consider it a new purchase for the house - BUT - it's my computer. All mine. No sharing allowed.
Then last night, he mentioned to me that he had a birthday card for me, but that my gift had yet to arrive. When I questioned the late arrival of the gift, he explained that he ordered me a University of Florida coffee table book, commemorating both the basketball and football championships of 2006 (it's for our coffee table that we ordered before Christmas, already arrived, and has yet to be picked up - we're working on that). Then I remembered something, and I said, "Wait a minute... isn't that my Valentine's Day gift?" He gave me a sheepish grin: "I thought you might have forgotten about that by now. Go to sleep. Tomorrow it'll be your birthday."
(sigh) He's a character, that husband of mine.
The men (and woman) celebrating my birthday with drinks. The Irish (and Polish and Japanese as it seems in the picture) will celebrate any occasion, I guess.
Needless to say, today, I turn 32.
That's 1664 weeks. 11,648 days. 279,552 hours.
That's a long time to be alive. But at the same time, not nearly long enough.
I'm thankful that in 32 years, I've lived the best life I can and continue to do so everyday. I wouldn't have done anything differently.