Happy 28th Birthday to my dearest husband Dale.
I'll point out the elephant in the blog, when I say it really sucks you're 1,100 miles away and we still have 24 days until you get to come home. But, it doesn't mean we don't want you to have the most wonderful fantistico super duper 28th birthday. Parker says you need to get some cake, but not pink cake, because that's for girls, so you'll have to go to the quick shop and buy yourself some of those brown cupcakes with the white swirlies on it like we did for mom's birthday. Got it? Macy says dadaddaada.
I personally think for your birthday you should drive your tushy down to the Gulf this weekend and fill up on some delicious seafood. You only have 24 more days down there after all, I wouldn't want you to miss your chance.
Happy Birthday again dearest. Don't fret too much about being 28, at least you have a never aging 25 year old wife to keep you young. :)
Love and kisses xoxoxoxooxox,
Gail, Parker, and Macy
P.S. This photo was taken on your 23rd birthday, and it still cracks me up. That's my evil cat Pixie getting you with a claw to the sniffer. Do you remember that, Dale? I know how much you loved that cat. Hahahahhaha.
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