yesterday, you could have seen me give jesse his (belated) home-made birthday card.
it looked a little bit like this.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8E9faPKSZiG93OavhHalRQbvUd2fYIdUk42VuV_bhJ6mZc77byxNzV0gEBHpIXdC4jdq8dSYWlWn5KUjJ1G8eLxyDFbOZYrdv0-GkuolZYv4G23gPrtnXEByCyxyCtLFbGpMhhqq2ruQ/s320/jessebday.jpg)
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq9WJQ7ItdPlpKZHUFYGu6VSgl4kZzOHnM12Do97bbgDDA3Hox_yX8iHdJUESymELphW3yv2uXX6z8nMnBPlZU-k0LdYQUrj9nmN58ji_f7xECNbhF55RE4QsPYZ-NLfh-RQ9wXmJpwiM/s320/jessebdayinsert.jpg)
do you ever have those days where you have to step back and ask yourself how you got so blessed? i have been having a lot of those days lately thanks to this guy.
i really couldn't be more proud (of the husband, not the card. though the card isn't too bad...).
1 comment:
if i were you, i wouldn't be shy about being proud of the card or even the haircut the husband's sporting on the card. excellent.
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