Tuesday morning conversations

I got a late start this morning. When I came downstairs, Bill was already gone. Now I had heard him moving around in the kitchen while I was getting ready and assumed he was making lunches. I went downstairs and there were no lunches.

Me: Did daddy make your lunch?
Will: No.
Me: What was he doing down here?
Will: He was getting ready for work. Like watching TV. You know, the stuff you do to get ready.

He is so his father's son.

Happy Birthday Jack Bill!

Dear Jack Bill,

Today you are one year older than you were yesterday. We both know that it's my fault you have a bit of an aging complex. You have come a long way in a year. Last year at this time, whenever you would find a gray hair on your head, you would make me pull it. Now you just accept that pulling them out is not going to stop. It's my wifely duty to remind you that it could be worse. You could be bald like your brother.

We've been together for what seems like freaking forever ten years. During those years, we've grown up together. We've grown together as individuals, as a couple, and as parents. There are so many things we've weathered together. From gray hair to moving out of state, we've done it.

I don't want to make you cry, but I have two things for you to think about. I will always be younger than you. I'm sorry about that. Really, I am not. The other thing is that I most likely will never get gray hair, so you'll have to get enough for the both of us. With a devil daughter like Kelsey, that should be no problem.

I want to thank you for not liking cake. At this moment, that is one of the top five things I love about you. Having two birthdays in our family within ten days wreaks hell when I'm trying to watch what I eat.

I hope that you've had the best day today. Will, Kelsey, and I started your day out by singing Happy Birthday this morning at 6:55. I will put you to sleep tonight singing the National Anthem. Consider it my birthday gift to you.

I love you.

Love,
Casee