Today is my sweet husband's birthday. If you read my anniversary post, then you already know I think I married the most amazing guy ever. Because I've already done a lot of bragging on him, I am just going to wish for Patrick the perfect birthday. Since I am too poor to make all of this a reality, the blog will have to do. So...Patrick, if I could give you the perfect day, it would go something like this:
You would wake up in your favorite city: Boston.
It would be the most beautiful day...sunny and 65 degrees, and you would have an awesome 6 mile or so run along side the river, watching all the sailboats pass by. Then we (you, me, and the girls) would head over to some yummy breakfast place and gorge ourselves on pancakes and lots and lots of bacon. Yum! (Your perfect day will probably include a lot of food, obviously.) Then, we would head over to some park and just relax in the beautiful outdoors...letting our food settle. Then we would probably go to some nerdy museum that we both would totally love and spend an insane amount of time looking at everything.
After your favorite lunch spot, we would go to any sporting event you like. I know baseball isn't your most favorite, but I also know that you would love to go to Fenway Park and watch a game. (Oh, please for the sake of this blog, let that be the name of the park in Boston--oh, stink...is it Wrigley's?-well, whatever.)
After that, we drop the kiddies off with my parents (who are conveniently in Boston to babysit), and we go eat at the BEST restaurant. I have no idea what this restaurant is called. All I know is you order New England Clam Chowder for an appetizer. (You didn't think I'd let us spend a perfect day in Boston without your favorite soup, did you?)
The main course. Lobster and steak. Need I say more??
I hope you enjoyed your birthday via the internet. I hope one day we can actually live it out. I love you so very much. Every moment with you is a blessing, and every year of your life, I love you more. God willing, I will love you when you're old and bald (which might be sooner than later-boo!) I will love you when you are 90, and I am still a spring chicken at a mere 85. I will