Well another birthday has come and gone. They seem to come more frequently the older I get. Today was a work day, but my wife and kids managed to make it a memorable day for me. I got up and was dressed and getting ready for the day, when my oldest daughter still in her jammies saw me and commanded me to go back to bed because she wanted to bring me breakfast in bed. So I dutifully climbed back into bed fully dressed so that she could bring me breakfast.
Her mother had purchased some of that pre-cooked bacon at the store that you can just microwave. My oldest daughter thought this was great, because she was able to cook me bacon. She brought me three slices, and two slices of toast. My three year old son promptly climbed into my lap, at all three slices of bacon, and one of the slices of toast.
At work today, I received one of the greatest gifts imaginable, a gift that keeps on giving. One of my coworkers accidentally hit me with a branding iron. Why is this great you ask? Because now that I carry his brand, I believe he's legally obligated to feed and care for me.
After work I stopped at the gas station to get a can of gas to fill up our new riding lawn mower. My son has been pestering me for days now because he wants to ride the "tractor." I figured what could be more fun than "riding the tractor" with my son for my birthday. So we took it for a spin.
I even managed to fit in a birthday run, I made it one tenth of a mile for each year I've been alive. It was a short run of 3.8 miles, but at least it was a run.
Of course we had to open presents, and eat cake, which the kids thoroughly enjoyed. Then tucked my precious angels into bed and let the two oldest read to me. They're getting pretty good. So even though my breakfast got stolen, I got branded at work, I had to mow the lawn, I punished my out of shape body by running, and I'm a year older. I look back and think "It's been a pretty darn good day."
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