Happy Birthday, My Love

Today is a good day. In fact, today is a lot better than yesterday. Oh, yeah, the day I decided to drain my battery. IN THE RAIN. I was running around trying to take care of loose ends before our big trip to Las Vegas, and I guess I did something that made the car die. Oh, like wrapping JD's present in the car so he wouldn't see me.

In some parallel universe this makes sense. Trust me.

When I walked inside the house, the first thing I said was, Okay, so promise not to get mad… For the next few minutes I tried explaining, but JD had a hard time following. You were what?! Why? Who wraps presents in the car? For an hour?! And you HAD to listen Lady Gaga?!?!

Like I said, this makes total sense. To me.

But–like always–JD brought out jumper cables and set out in the rain to fix my mistake. That's just how he rolls. I drive him absolutely, positively nuts, but I know he loves me. And I love him. And as we celebrate his birthday tonight in Las Vegas (hopefully before the madness of WPPI settles in), I'm sure I'll thank him for sharing his life with me. And for not questioning why I listen to Lady Gaga.

Happy Birthday, my love.