This past Thursday was my 29th birthday. It would have been just like all my other birthdays (loved on by friends and family, cake, funny cards, etc.) except for one thing.
My son sang Happy Birthday to me.
... made me tear up both times. :)
fatherhood should come with a jock-strap
11.13.2006
Music to my ears
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It really was the cutest thing ever. I probably heard it more than 10 times as we talked about your birthday. It was still cute!
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