Our Christmas tree is still up. I haven’t the heart to take it down yet.
We are still receiving holiday greeting cards.
Christmas carols are still stuck on a loop in my head.
Our stockings are still hanging from the mantle.
There is still a basket of classic Christmas books by the fire place.
We haven’t yet found homes for all of our gifts or written thank you notes.
I have yet to connect with my friend about our New Year’s Eve plans, but I have an awesome recipe for champagne Jello shots I want to try and I have already started thinking about all the possibilities 2013 holds.
All of that will have to wait because today is my husband’s birthday.
Poor guy gets the shaft every year having a birthday squeezed between Christmas and New Year’s.
Today is about him as it should be.
Today we celebrate Lucas’ Daddy, my husband, the father of my son and one of the greatest men and partners I know and there will be no red and green wrapped packages here.
Happy Birthday, Todd. I love you.