Yesterday was my dear husbie’s birthday (the word “husbie” is blatantly stolen from Mrs. Moynihan, wife to the brilliant up and coming actor extraordinaire B. Moynihan, just to let everyone know). He doesn’t care about birthdays and said as much. We called him at work in the morning and wanted to know if everyone knew and were wishing him happy birthday. I envisioned lots of back patting, streamers, cake in the conference room. Nope. He said no one knew and they didn’t really do anything like that. We made sure to do it up when he got home. “Doing it up” translates to hanging red streamers about the house and yelling “happy birthday!” when he walked in the door. I made chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and we had chocolate ice cream with it. Hadley said “Daddy, this is my favorite birthday of yours!”

Happy Birthday Peter, my love. I look forward to belatedly celebrating your birthday in Sydney when we have more than a moment to breathe and have nothing to do but spend time together.