A Nap and Cake

Between a luxurious nap, allowed without resentment or strings attached, and an ice cream cake, his favorite, I think he had a good day. I hope so.

Happy Birthday, baby. I'm so glad you were born 33 years ago, and that your Mom didn't throw you out the window when you screamed for a year straight or woke them up at 5AM for ten years, or that your Dad didn't feed you to the birds during your intolerable youth. Because if they had, I never would've found you, and I'd be a lonely, miserable soul.