Yes, today is my wife's 38th birthday. She is a St. Patty's Day baby. She says it took her years before she realized it wasn't all about her. To celebrate we have invited a bunch of friends over to the apartment for frivolity and food. I was going to make it a surprise but after our ordeal with Max I felt she needed something to look forward to.
Speaking of Max, it gets a little better everyday but we really do miss him alot. He was such a huge part of our lives. Bedtime is the hardest because we both had a routine of checking on him and spending time with him before we retired. We've shed more than our fair share of tears, so much so that our eyes hurt constantly. Why do we let those little short-lived furballs dig into our hearts so deeply?
Anyway...HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SARAH! I love you and hope to spend many, many more birthdays/St. Patty's Days with you!