Your birthday always seems to sneak up on me.
We’ve just finished the chaos of Christmas and are trying to get back into a regular schedule again.
And then we have Carter’s birthday tomorrow.
And soon we’ll be having another January birthday.

I struggled to figure out what to get you for Christmas.
And here we are a few weeks later and I’m still at a loss.

I would give you another gift card to iTunes or Starbucks,
but I know that you have plenty of both right now.

I would give you money,
but it’s really your money anyway…
so that’s not much of a gift, is it?  🙂

I would write a heart-felt post about you,
but I just did that last month.

So, I guess for your birthday all I’ve got is this:

I love you.
I love your crooked smile.
I love that you send me emails that predict the ending of the show we’re currently watching.
I love that we occasionally sit in the same room and still chat online.
I love that you … oh wait!  I just got it!  I just figured out what to get you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(You’re all going to have to be left in suspense because if I tell you, he’ll see it.)
One phone call tomorrow and I should have it taken care of!
But you’ll have to go pick it up yourself since I’m on bedrest now.
(Lame, I know.  Sorry.)

I love you, Marsh.  Happy birthday!