Today my wife is playing with our sons and continuing her amazing run at being incredible. There were no plans for a party or cake, not her thing. All she wanted was time with the kids. That’s a working birthday.
That’s my wife. Always moving, always going. She balances our books and mends our clothing; plans our week and creates new adventures. My sons and I are lucky to have her around.
It is because of her that I write, but thinking of her I am speechless. Volumes can be written, but they would never be enough.
So, my dear wife, should you read this; I love you, thank you and happy birthday.