"All right, Tricia. Time's up. Your birthday month is over - enough celebrating you. My birthday month has begun. Celebrate me. Get started."
As I would make lists for WalMart or the grocery store, he would say, "What?! Deodorant for you? No. We bought for you in July. It's August. All the shopping is for me."
I taught him well. He learned to stretch the party and maximize the days.
Happy birthday month, Robb.
I miss you.
I miss you.
2 comments:
I know you do! I'll be praying for you. Birthdays are still hard for my widowed daughter, even after five years.
I got tears in my eyes for you. Praying for you today.
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