HAPPY BIRTHDAY DUDE !!

Even though we don’t celebrate birthdays anymore, I thought it would be nice to, at least, acknowledge. Today is my dear husband’s birthday who, silently checked the postbox these past couple of days, in anticipation of getting a card or two. He likes cards. If he thought I wasn’t aware of his movements and reasons, I am a far better spy than even I give myself credit for. Not much gets past me.

I’ll cook a couple of steaks along-side some eggs and hash-browns later this morning, he likes steak and eggs, then ignore his disappearing act as he enjoys sports and music in his studio. This is, after all, his day.

I’m sure the phone will ring a time or two or three or four, and of course the caller will want to talk with the birthday boy. He'll like that. He always does. He’ll be waiting....

Happy birthday my love.