Today my hubby celebrates his 30-something-th birthday, and as has been the case since we moved to Texas and three of the four Ferri started spending July in Wisconsin, the kids and I don't get to celebrate with him on his special day.
We plan ahead and leave homemade cards and wrapped gifts at home, call and sing to him, and eat a cake in his honor (and we celebrate with our extended families at the beginning and/or end of July), but all that still doesn't feel quite the same as a family celebration. Thankfully his/our framily in Texas always takes him disc golfing, which, when it comes down to it, is all he really wants for his birthday anyway.
Happy birthday, Dr. Fers. We love you, miss you, and hope you have the bestest birthday ever.