the once a year occasion
where we wake papa up early with yelling “Happy Birthday!”
and a balloon (Henry’s idea-again)
and presents.
I am a bit predictable with the always giving a book.
Grammy took the boys shoe shopping,
but also brought some treats for the birthday boy (yes, it’s a giant tub of red vines).
His choice for dinner (anywhere) and wouldn’t you know he chose the patio at Super Mex.
His recovery is going well and I am hoping this beer helps him sleep a little better than he has been.
Of course we didn’t forget a cake
and a little singing too.
We are celebrating a birthday that marks the half way point of his thirties
so far it’s been incredible and I really would give this guy (who doesn’t need much) anything, because he’s worth it. Happy Birthday Mr. Sullivan!
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