Happy Birthday, Petie...

That's what Laurie would be yelling this morning if she were here. She loved to honor birthdays and anniversaries with songs and cards. We still have her birthday greeting to Pete from two years ago when she was in Mexico saved on our phone answering machine. In it she sings "Happy Birthday" in Spanish and then laughts uncontrollably. I listened to it the other day and this morning reminded Pete that it was there if he felt strong enough to listen to it.

Pete, you are an amazing husband, dad and stepdad, man of God. When I think about our wedding sixteen years ago and how you took on me AND four kids, I am blown away. I know Laurie was nutty about you and so many times in notes and emails, she appreciated you. How fun to have a stepdad who was a clown, loved music like she did and provided extra spending money at the mere mention of a need. Mr. Walking Wallet we liked to joke.

So dear husband, Happy Birthday. I love you.

PS Wasn't the Hawaiian shirt with the Chicago Cubs logo discreetly blended in the perfect gift?