It’s been a bit of a crazy morning. We had run out of bread so at 7:30 this morning I had to run down to the corner to pay $5 for a loaf of it, so the kids could have lunch today.
This was after we had discovered that one of our baby bunnies had burrowed out of its hutch, and decided the grass was greener on the other side of the fence.
The side where the dog lives.
Thankfully, we got to her in time, and she had hidden herself from Angel’s almighty jaws, and a bunny massacre was averted.
Oh, and it’s my birthday! 😀
I love birthday’s, I really do, and yet every year, on the few days leading up to it, I get quite despondent. Can’t work out why. I think it just comes down to logistics.
This year I was particularly upset because Thursday is not a good day to have birthday. Boatman finishes work at 6, which is when Taylah starts jazz, and by the time she is home, the others are all in bed.
There was no real time at all when we could be together as a family and celebrate and have cake.
Boatman, however, is wonderful. He made his very first cake from scratch, and we had it for breakfast.
It was an awesome solution to the problem.
(the numbers all add up to 29. I’m not turning 18 578.)
He also personally made sure the that the 10 things I wanted to do before my birthday happened.
And he bought presents.
Among them, some brand new sketchers, which I love.
Still in its box cause I haven’t had a chance to play.
To say I am excited would be an understatement. I have been wanting one for aaages, but honestly didn’t expect that it would happen today.
So by now you are probably thinking that is is a ‘thankful for my new MacBook’ post, but it’s not.
It’s a thankful for my awesome husband post.
And not cause he bought me such a completely extravagant present, but because he supports me. He knows why I wanted it so much, and in giving it to me, he is giving me his support, and helping me to make my dreams come true.
He loves me, but maybe more importantly, he knows me. Knows what makes me tick, what makes me angry and what makes me happy.
He knows what makes me me, and he supports that and loves that, and will sacrifice himself to see me be the best I can be.
Not just for what you do for me, and what you give, but for who you are.
Love your bum. 🙂 xxx