Yesterday was Favorite Guy's 41st birthday, per his request it was a low-key family day with lots of carbs and no company. He was pleased-excited even, evidenced as he thumbed the book I gave him, chortled over his cards, and the way he pressed his new brown cargo shorts to his waist and modeled them like a 3D paper doll. There was a glow and a soft, sweet, child-like smile which befell his face as he stood over his 9 cupcakes. Don't ask.
For most of the night, I lay half awake empathizing- for...I believe...the first time- with the special brand of crazy to which my mother-in-law subscribes. I'm not at all ready for this.
Peace and growth