It took a good friend asking if I only did birthday posts for the kids to remind me that I had forgotten to post about a certain important someone's birthday.
Someone who has been going through such a hard time recently and yet been so cheerful and wonderful to everyone around him.
Someone who has always been there for me.
Someone who, poor thing, seems to have caught a cold on his birthday.
Someone who shares my memories with me and marvels with me that our children are seniors and not tiny tots.
What can I say, father type? I've been a forgetful wife. But it doesn't mean you don't mean the world to me.
Happy belated birthday, my love. You know I want to spend the rest of my life with you.