I was born thirty-three years ago today. It was Labor Day then too, and my poor mom was in labor with me for over 24 hours. I think I was nearly nine pounds. Poor Mom!
Three is a good number for me, so thirty-three ought to be lucky. I think we all know my birthday wish.
Today, J is spoiling me. She brought me flowers, made me breakfast served with mimosas, and we’re going for a picnic later and this great outdoor art and wine spot nearby. More than anything, I’m enjoying having a day with my wife. She’s the perfect gift.