my favorite man

Friday was my hubby's birthday. He had to fly all night Thursday to get home Friday morning, so to say that he was tired would be an understatement. I feel so bad that he has to work like that but the three weeks we have together are so nice. As soon as I get used to him being home, it's time for him to leave again. It's a never ending vicious cycle. I tell him all the time that me and the airport have a love/hate relationship. I love it on Fridays (when he comes home) and hate it on Wednesdays (when he goes back to work). Anyways, Butch turned 35! I absolutely love Birthdays and always try to make an effort to celebrate in some way. He tried to say 'it's just another day, nothing special, blah blah blah' but I wasn't accepting that. I told him Birthdays are special until you stop having them. And that's exactly how I feel. I love a reason to celebrate but especially Birthdays! So, I ordered a cake, balloons, etc. and tried to make him feel special. I know now that we have Beckham, life is really not about us. Everything we do is for him. But, sometimes it's nice to have a day (or even an hour) that's really all about you (or him in this case).

Baby I know you don't read my blog very much but if you happen to run across this post I hope you know how much I love you! We are so thankful for all of the sacrifices you make for us. I can't explain or tell you enough how much you mean to me. You drive me crazy most of the time, but I would rather live crazily than one second without you. I love you and hope you always know you're my favorite man.

I hope you had a great Birthday!
I love you babe!

My mouth was blue from the cake. lol