Friday, October 2, 2015

Happy birthday, Tony

Thirty-seven years old... a birthday you'll never see. I'll never be grumpy about a birthday... always thankful I'm around to celebrate it.

I take comfort in memories of last year: an amazing surf and turf dinner with family, lunch with your parents, a house full of soccer boys, and an Oktoberfest party with good food, good beer, and good music. I suppose we all knew it would be your last.

This year we're spending time with VMI soccer (I made the traditional strawberry cupcakes), and family... a normal start to October, at least as normal as it can be.

I'm wearing your rings, and I'll cuddle the girls extra tomorrow, and we'll enjoy the cupcakes. We'll go out and enjoy the day... the way I know you would have wanted.

I miss you so much, and I'll always love you.
Happy birthday, babe.