Happy Birthday dearest Margaret Ann Hazelton.
This seems like yesterday. Ya know, mimosas and toasting to your
many more happy years to come. Mm just us and our cozy Cabell 104.
I miss baking with you...the endless giggly get-flour-all-over-our-hands kind.
The one where we get globs of sugary goob on our fingers and I catch you enjoy dabs of cookie dough.
As teaching get harder, plan B is sounding more appealing by the minute.
Get that spatula ready! I'm so serious about this.
hehe. In our favorite Dollar section at Target.
Those endless runs (and embarassing drive thrus at Bank of America. HA) grocery shopping,
TJ Max shopping, birthday present shopping, chic-fil-A stopping, etc.
Oh, and let's not forget our outlet runs!
sigh. I miss you.
Even when we were abroad, you came and found me at Paris.
Let's travel the world again. This long distance thing is harsh!
How can I forget this day?
The day you kidnapped Quackers and duct-taped the poor little bird.
I found him helplessly strapped to the back of our passenger seat. Sigh.
[Status: still recovering]
Don't worry. He's keeping Mahopiny company, thank you very much.
long leisurely walks through campus, scoping out events, walking through CW,
sitting on the bench with our short legs just barely fitting...toes touching.
"LOOK! It's our size!!" :)
Simplement, je t'adore, ma chérie.
Thank you for being there when I needed you most--even several states and countries away.
Thank you for being so silly and making me giggle, even when I don't want to.
Thank you for lovingly rebuking me, even when I don't want to hear it.
I treasure you and all that you are, you beautiful woman.
I praise God for you today and every day.
joyeux anniversaire.
que tes rêves se réalisent.
