Today - two days after Christmas, our household is slowly recovering.
Not from festivity withdrawal, but from strep.
yup, that's right, our holiday was thrown a tad off course when my husband, so excited to have a couple of days in a row off work, came down with the fever-inducing, tonsil-swelling, moan-making virus.
It was sad, and although i had the chance to celebrate with family and friends, it just wasn't the same. Him at our home trying to lower a fever, and me, opening gifts and feasting with relatives. I kept joking that it was our It's-a-Wonderful-Life-type Christmas - me with my family, sans Curtis, opening gifts on Christmas morning, like our marriage had never happened.
But it did.
Boy am i glad it did.
So today, as he is recovering, we celebrate his life as he turns a year older.
And his only birthday wish - to order pizza for lunch and to watch football together as we lounge on the couch and enjoy his new t.v.
He is so easily pleased (maybe that's why i married him!)
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